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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 18- Dacryphillia

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Word count- 1.3k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), minor character death, voyeurism, thigh riding, rough, protective!V, crying, no use of y/n

Notes- Turning things a little rougher and darker with V here today, cause it wouldn't be kinktober without it!! But you know I gotta throw in a little protectiveness too! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“That’s it, cariño,” Veracruz growled as his eyes narrowed.

You looked at him with a questioning expression, as if you weren’t sure you should be doing this. It felt good physically, as the muscular thigh clenched under your cunt. You moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth, your clit catching on the hem of the pant leg. But, you also knew how Comandante Veracruz was, and to tell you to ride the thigh of one of his men felt very out of character for him.

“V…” you breathed as you watched his every microexpression.

“Do not stop, cariño,” he ordered when he saw your movements slow.

You swallowed hard and nodded, picking up your pace again.

The man sat behind you, his legs parted so that you could straddle his thigh, and the tent in his pants showed that he was obviously extremely turned on. He was equally confused when the Comandante called him into his tent and had him sit down with you on his lap. But, he also couldn’t deny how much he fantasized about having you for himself.

“You do not touch her,” Veracruz commanded as he saw the subordinate's hand twitch.

“Y-yes sir,” he strained.

“Keep going cariño,” Veracruz turned to you.

“Yes Comandante,” you breathed as you placed your hands on the subordinate’s knee for balance as you picked up your pace.

A moan escaped your lips as your clit caught a rough edge of the pant hem. You whimpered as you bit your lip to stifle more cries, and you hated how much you craved your release when it wasn’t on Veracruz. Both men in the room eyed you hungrily, both itching to reach their hands in their pants and touch themselves as you pleasured yourself.

And that was when the subordinate made his mistake.

He couldn’t resist the temptation and he reached out, placing his hands on your hips. He groaned as he caressed your hips and ass, giving you a slap. You let out a yelp that quickly turned into a moan and you leaned forward to rub yourself against his thigh more.

But, before the subordinate could land another slap on your ass, Veracruz lunged forward, pouncing on him like a panther on its prey. He growled a string of curses as he grabbed the subordinate’s wrist, yanking it off you and twitching it painfully. The man let out a pained cry as he felt his wrist crack, and tears fell from his eyes before he could stop them.

“I told you not to touch her,” Veracruz snarled, his anger palpable.

You quickly jumped off the man and scurried away, giving Veracruz space. You watched with wide eyes as Veracruz punched him in the nose, causing more tears to stream down his face. He grabbed his neck and squeezed hard, cutting off the air supply until he fell down onto the ground.

When Veracruz turned back to you, he had a dark look in his eyes that both frightened you and turned you on at the same time. The truth was he was looking for an excuse to get rid of this subordinate, and this was the perfect way to do so. Everyone knew the Comandante would kill anyone who as much as looked at his girl wrong, and he knew no boundaries when it came to protecting you.

Veracruz across the room in just a few steps and cupped your face with both hands. He stared at you for a moment before he crashed his lips into yours in a heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth, as the way he kissed you pushed all thoughts of the dying man out of your mind.

There was a fire behind him, fueled by the way the subordinate cried as he was beaten. And Veracruz knew just how to harness that energy that built within him. “Cariño,” he purred, “How about we give this poor dying man one final show.”

You whimpered as you nodded.

Suddenly, you found yourself on the ground on your back, Veracruz overtop of you as he yanked your pants down in one swift movement. The inferno burned brightly behind his dark eyes as he groaned and crawled on top of you, positing his cock at your pussy.

“Look at me, cariño,” he murmured, and waited for your eyes to meet his before he thrust into you in one motion.

You screamed at his thick cock stretched you out, and tears of your own dripped from the corners of your eyes. You clung to him as he pounded into you with a low rumble reverberating in his chest. Faintly, you heard the gasps of the subordinate on the floor, but every time you tried to look at him, Veracruz grabbed your chin and forced you to keep your gaze on him.

“Do not look, cariño,” he groaned as he slowed his thrusts for a moment.

You moaned as he rocked into you in slow, yet strong and purposeful movements. Every time, he reeled back so only the tip of his cock stayed inside you before he thrust forward harshly again. Every time, you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, something Veracruz was a master of balancing and something you craved more than anything in the world.

Veracruz’s own gaze remained on you as he watched your eyes flutter shut and your mouth drop open with every thrust of his hips. But, a low wheeze from across the room got his attention, and he raised his gaze to watch the dying man in the corner. Tears fell from his eyes as his breath started to leave him. And his cock was still hard.

The Comandante smirked with satisfaction, knowing that he would die unfulfilled while he himself- and you- would cum again and again and again.

“V…” you moaned as you demanded his attention once more, “Please.”

Veracruz groaned as he leaned in and kissed you deeply while he sped up his thrusts once more. His hips slapped against yours as his cock hit your sweet spot over and over again, causing you to tremble underneath him. He felt your salty tears against his face as he dove his tongue into your mouth.

“Cum, cariño,” he hissed as he felt his own climax quickly approach. The Comandante had never been more turned on in his life.

He got his wish as your body obeyed his command and with just a few more thrusts of his cock, you came hard, soacking his cock. You clung to him as your body shook and wave after wave of ultimate pleasure crashed into you. Veracruz broke away from the kiss to watch you fall apart at his touch, and he growled as he watched the tears fall freely from your eyes.

He groaned your name as he thrust into you more erratically, losing control of himself until he too came hard. Veracruz grunted as he spilled himself inside you, filling you to the brim. Sweat dripped from his brow as he held his harsh pace as long as he possibly could.

Spent, the Comandante collapsed down onto you for a moment before he breathed hard and pushed himself up onto his elbows. He looked you over for a moment as you came down from your high, taking the moment to make sure you weren’t truly hurt. Your eyes stayed closed, which Veracruz was grateful for, since the silence on the other end of the room was deafening.

“Come, cariño,” his tone was low as he pulled out of you with a hiss and helped you to your feet, careful not to let you look back at the body in the room. Any question or protest you had was shushed by the Comandante as he let you get dressed before taking you outside. He would make an example of the subordinate later, but for now, his priority was you. 

And he definitely wanted to make you cry like that again.

[wannab-urs]

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[flightlessangelwings]

Jealousy Makes You Taste Good

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.9k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), jealousy, we meet V's ex, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, feelings, alcohol

Notes- This is written for the @swiftiscruff Pedro Fandom Friendship Exchange! What better way to show love for my friends in the fandom than a Veracruz fic?! And while I'm tagging people I consider my close friends (those who I've chatted with a lot, have my other socials, my number or even met in person), please know that if we interacted even once, I consider you a friend! <3

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The bar clamored with life around you. Veracruz had taken you out for a night of drinking with his men to celebrate their return from another successful deployment. Part of you was disappointed to have to share your comandante with others for the night. But, you also knew it was a part of his duty to take care of his subordinates. Plus, you would have plenty of alone time with him soon enough…

Men laughed around you as they drank to their heart's content. You could tell they were happy to be back home, even if they weren’t gone for too long. Many of them were familiar with you and greeted you with respect, knowing you were the comandante’s woman. Others weren’t bothered by your presence and instead turned their attention to the other ladies who hung around the bar, hoping to get lucky on their night back. 

“Enjoying yourself, Cariño?” Veracruz’s voice rang from behind you, his presence hovering from behind you.

You took a sip of your own drink and turned to him, “It’s good to have you home, V,” you replied. 

He leaned in close to murmur in your ear, “It is good to be home, Cariño,” he paused as he voice dropped, “And it will be even better later,” he groaned as his hand slid down your body and grabbed your ass. 

“Why wait until we get home?” you purred as your tone dropped to match his sultry energy.

Veracruz smirked against your ear as he nipped at the nape of your neck, “Eager tonight, aren’t we?”

“Well, I missed you,” you gave him a fake pout.

He hummed in contentment as he trailed a line of bites along the muscle of your neck. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Veracruz missed the way you moaned under his touch, when you giggled softly as he hit a sensitive spot. Mostly, he missed having you in his arms, and the loyalty you showed him.

But, before he could suggest ducking away so you could welcome him home properly, a sultry voice interrupted with Veracruz’s first name.

You both turned in the direction of the voice, which came from behind him, to find a tall, beautiful woman. Her lips were painted red as rose, her hair was full and luscious, and she stood tall in her red high heels. You had to admit she was stunning to look at, but the awe quickly dissipated when you noticed the way she was looking at Veracruz.

“I thought I recognized your voice!” she exclaimed as she opened her arms for an embrace.

“Rosalia,” Veracruz muttered as he tensed his jaw and gave her a kiss on each cheek, “It has been a long time, chiquita.”

“That is has,” she purred as he looked him up and down, “The years have been good to you.”

You cleared your throat to insert yourself in the conversation, “Comandante, who is this?” you tried your best to keep your tone level. 

“Oh,” his eyes went wide as he glanced between the two of you, caught in a rare moment off guard. He introduced you by name first, “This is Rosalia. My…”

“We were together,” she extended her hand to you, “It’s a pleasure,” she addressed you before turning back to Veracruz, “A comandante now, is it?” he smirked, “When we were together he was just a captain,” he hung on his shoulders as she spoke.

“Pleasure,” you replied back, hoping your tone wasn’t as sour as you heard it in your head. Swallowing the bitter taste in your mouth, you tightened your lips together and straightened your back, “I’m going to get another drink. You want your usual, V?”

He nodded, noticing the slight change in your demeanor but chose not to comment on it.

“V?!” Rosalia giggled as you turned and walked away.

You clenched your fist and resisted the urge to turn around. You didn’t want to watch her hang on him any longer, and you certainly didn’t want to hear whatever remark she had for your special nickname for him. Instead, you kept your eyes in front of you as they landed on the bartender. Ordering two of the usuals, you leaned forward on the bartop to force yourself not to look at the beautiful woman who seemed way too interested in the comandante for your liking.

But her laughter rang through the bar and you couldn’t help but snap your neck up and you instantly felt rage boil under your skin at the sight you saw. She practically nuzzled herself into his lap, tucking her hair behind her ear in an obviously flirtatious manner. You were sure your expression was unmistakable from the jealousy that bubbled under your skin, but away from Veracruz, you didn’t care.

Just in that moment, Veracruz glanced up and saw the look on your face. However, instead of a boasting feeling of seeing you jealous over another woman, he felt something else inside him. Instead of feeling proud and gloating that something made his Cariño jealous, instead of smirking at the satisfaction, Veracruz felt a tightness in his chest. He thought it would make a fun game for the night: he would pretend to show interest in the woman he used to be with, you could get jealous, and then you would go home and have the most explosive sex yet. Yet, the feeling in his chest were the completely opposite.

Catching his eyes, you quickly looked away and ordered a shot of something to try and drown out your emotions. You slammed the drink down in one gulp and slammed it down onto the bar before ordering another.

But a voice in your ear stopped you, “Are you sure you should be drinking like that, Cariño?” Veracruz purred.

“V…” you turned around, shocked to find him suddenly next to you and Rosalia nowhere to be found.

“Want to get out of here?” he groaned.

“Yes,” you whispered back immediately, thankful he offered to leave before you had to ask.

Veracruz was always more in tune than either of you realized. And he always knew what was best for his Cariño. And as much as he wanted to tease you a bit on the car ride back to his place, Veracruz found that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. And you sat in silence the entire car ride, lost in your own thoughts. 

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The moment the door shut and Veracruz locked it, it was like a switch flipped in your head. Before he even opened his mouth, you lunged yourself forward, pushing him against the front door.

“Cariño?” he stuttered, finding himself in a rare moment of being caught off guard.

“Don’t speak,” you hissed as you slipped your hands underneath his shirt.

A fire burned behind your eyes as you massaged Veracruz’s pecs for a moment before you slowly dropped down to your knees. Sensing the change in the air, Veracruz smirked as he watched you settle yourself on the ground and unzip his pants.

“Needy tonight, are we?”

You gave him a glance that had the rare effect of silencing him before you freed his cock from the fabric. “Quiet.”

Veracruz couldn’t even form a response before you had his cock in your mouth. He let out a low growl as you started with a fast and harsh pace, liking and nibbling along his length and taking him into your mouth as hard and deep as you could. His knees almost bucked under him from the fervor you sucked at him. 

Heat emanated from your body as you devoured the comandante with fervor. All the emotions that you tried to push down bubbled to the surface as you took his length as far as you could into your throat. Tears filled your eyes as the tip hit the back of your throat but you kept going

Veracruz let out a growl as one hand landed on your shoulder while the other dug into your scalp. His eyes involuntarily rolled back into his head as he felt you suck hard around him. A groan reverberated from deep within his throat as you ran your tongue along his shaft and left a nibble on his tip.

“Ay… Fuck… Cariño…”

You hummed around him, opening your eyes for a brief moment to glance up at him. The inferno burned behind Vercaruz’s eyes as he looked down at you, on your knees before him like you had been so many times before. 

Closing your eyes, you went back to work, taking him in as far as you could. You were almost to the point of gagging on his cock, yet you kept going. Where words failed you, action spoke loudly enough, and Veracruz heard clearly. Slurping echoed in the room as you bobbed your head up and down, letting his thickness fill your mouth over and over again.

As much as Veracruz enjoyed being in your mouth, and the obvious jealousy that drove you to act this way, this was not how he wanted the night to end. He didn’t want to fill your mouth with his seed, watching you swallow every last drop as you had done so obediently before. No, the way you acted after his ex showed up spanked something within him. And he wanted to feel you around him while you both came together.

“Cariño,” he hissed through his teeth as he yanked you off of his cock.

You let out a questioning hum as you looked up at the comandante with your mouth wide open. Lines of drool spilled from your lips that still connected your bodies. “V?”

Pulling you up to your feet while you were distracted, Veracruz let out a huff, “Is there something bothering you, Cariño?”

You swallowed hard, melting under his gaze, “N-no…” Not even you believed that lie.

He smirked with satisfaction, “As much as I am enjoying your little outburst, Cariño…” he paused as he leaned in and kissed you without warning. He swallowed the gasp you let out as he savored the taste of himself on your tongue. “Jealousy makes you taste so good, Cariño.”

“I’m not jealous,” you murmured.

“Hmf,” Veracruz hummed against your skin, “Why not show me then?” he bucked his hips against yours, “If you will not tell me… Show me.”

A yelp escaped your lips as you found yourself flung away from where you stood. Veracruz growled in both satisfaction and desire as he captured your lips with his own once more. Heavy breaths were all that was heard over the shuffling of your bodies as he led you into the bedroom. Veracruz only broke away from you to strip both you and him, leaving a trail of clothes to his bed. You surrendered yourself to him, allowing him to take control like you trusted him to time and time again.

As soon as you felt the edge of the bed, you were about to throw yourself down so that he could cover you. But, Veracruz stopped you. Instead he spun your bodies around so that as you both launched onto the mattress, you landed on top of him. He looked up at you with a satisfied smirk as you straddled your legs over his body.

“Show me, Cariño,” he growled, “Show me how seeing her made you feel.” 

“V…” you breathed as you found yourself looking down at him. It was not an angle that you got to enjoy often, and it was even rarer that he deliberately chose it himself. Yet, there was something undeniably hot about the position, and you felt yourself clench as a rush of heat pulsed through you.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on his chest and gave his pecs a squeeze as you rocked your hips back and forth. Both of you gasped as your cunt dragged along his stomach, and Veracruz could feel the slick wetness that you left behind.

“I know this is not what you want to do to me, Cariño,” Veracruz teased as his hands fell to your hips, “I know there is more to you than this.”

You clenched your jaw and let out a soft growl as you shimmied yourself down slightly. Feeling the warmth of his cock under you, you once more rocked your hips along Veracruz’s body. Only this time, your pussy dragged along the length of his cock. As much as you tried to keep yourself from breaking, you couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt the veins of his cock hit your clit.

“V…”

“Come, Cariño,” he squeezed your hips before his moved his hands to your ass and gave it a slap, “Let me see how you fuck when you are jealous.”

Unable to deny the allegation once more, you gulped as you lifted your hips. Moving as if you were in a trance by his words, you sank down onto Veracruz’s cock. A gasp left you breathless as you felt the familiar stretch of his thickness take you inch by inch.

This time it was different, though. This time, you felt more of a comfort in the burn of his cock into you. It was that connection that you craved, that you needed to feel. You needed to feel him around you, to know that he was there. Somehow, Veracruz was able to sense that, and he knew exactly what you needed before you even did.

“V,” you moaned as you started to ride his cock.

You started slowly at first, lifting and lowering yourself as the tip massaged your inner walls over and over again. But, feeling that desperation quickly rise as the thought of someone else doing this for him, something else took you over. You moved faster, bouncing on his cock harder.

Veracruz watched your display with fire in his eyes. Between the way your face twitched in pleasure and watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again, it drove Veracruz wild in the best way possible. And when you slammed yourself down onto him as hard as you could, both of you moaned in pleasure.

You kept yourself close to his body as you leaned over. Instead of bouncing up and down, you rocked back and forth. The feeling of his length hitting your sweet spot combined with the way your clit rubbed against the bone of his hip made you cry out in ecstasy. 

“Cariño…” Veracruz growled as he ran his hands up your sides.

In a flash, you suddenly found yourself on your back with the comandante on top of you. His hands never left your body and he never pulled out of you as he flipped you over in a flash with every ounce of strength he had in him.

“Ay! Fuck!” you screamed as Veracruz wasted no time in drilling into you.

He growled a string of curses in Spanish as he pounded into you, feeling your pussy clench around him and your legs on either side of him. Your cries spurred him on just like they did every other night. He even found himself groaning your name as he fucked you as hard as he could. 

Your hands dug into his bare shoulders as you felt like you were floating on a cloud. The way Veracruz pounded into you always made you feel weightless, yet clinging to him kept you grounded at the same time. No one ever fucked you like he did, and you knew no one else ever would. From the overwhelming emotions and the way his cock hit your sweet spot over and over again, tears started to fill your eyes.

“V… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“As am I…” he grunted as he yanked you over closer to him, feeling as much of you as he possibly could.

It only took a few more thrusts of his hips for you both to fall apart at the seams. You came with a loud scream of his name, digging your nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Veracruz leaned forward and bit your shoulder to stifle his own groans as he came right behind you, spilling himself to fill you to the brim. 

With one last huff, Veracruz pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. For several moments, neither of you moved; both of you were too exhausted to try. But, it was Veracruz who moved first, rolling over to gather you in his arms.

You hummed contently as you settled into his embrace. You were silent for some time, both to recover and to gather your words. “V,” you finally spoke, “I…”

“I know, Cariño,” he interrupted you, deciding he actually didn't need to hear you say it. It would also mean he would have to admit something out loud that he wasn’t ready to. And that he didn’t enjoy seeing you riled up from jealousy as much as he thought he would…

Instead of pushing it, you just sighed contently and closed your eyes as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat. 

Several moment of silence passed, and as soon as Veracruz was sure you were starting to drift off to sleep, he mumbled, “Cariño, know this,” he took a breath, “As much as you are mine,” he enunciated the last word, “I am also yours.”

“I wasn’t worried about you, V…” you yawned, “I was…” you didn’t even finish your thought before sleep finally took you, and you drifted off with a smile on your face and comfort in your heart. 

[flightlessangelwings]

The Bet

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.7k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n

Notes- For Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! This was very fun to write and also a challenge to make it in character and believable for Veracruz! But I think I accomplished that and I'm very happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!

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“Relax, Comandante,” you cooed.

Veracruz only growled as he gritted his teeth. 

You smirked, “I thought you were a man of your word, V.”

“Yes, cariño,” he grumbled. It was a bet he never thought he would lose… and he lost, putting him on his knees in front of you. He never thought he would find himself in this situation, which is why he took the bet in the first place. He thought it was a sure thing for him. Yet his pride couldn’t deny you your winnings. And he also couldn’t help but notice you were a little too excited to be able to do this to him.

“Trust me, V,” you whispered softly as you pulled your fingers out of Veracruz. You had spent extra time working him open, making sure he was ready for your strap. You had asked how he wanted to position himself, and he chose to be on his hands and knees. As much as you would have liked for your comandante to lay on his back so you could see his face, you understood that this was a lot for him. It was vulnerable enough for Veracruz to even allow you to fuck his ass, and you couldn’t ask any more of him.

He groaned as he felt you position yourself at his entrance. Veracruz closed his eyes and hisses as he felt the unfamiliar stretch of something new. You worked slowly, just pushing the tip of your strap into his entrance as you watched every muscle in your comandante’s body tighten. It was a role reversal you never thought would happen, and so many thoughts and emotions ran through you as you inched the toy deeper and deeper into him.

Caressing his body to try and ease the momentarily discomfort, you leaned forward and murmured in his ear, throwing a few familiar of the comandante’s words back at him, “You know the word if you need it.”

Veracruz groaned, “I think,” he gasped as you pushed the strap more into him, “You are enjoying this a little too much, cariño.”

You only huffed, hiding the smirk from his gaze as he dropped his face onto the mattress. Truthfully, you were enjoying this, but not for the reason Veracruz’s assumed. This was because you wanted to know he would trust you in the same way you trusted him. You placed your body in his hands almost nightly now, and some of the things you both enjoyed doing required that level of care. With this reversal, he told you that he was as safe with you as you were with him.

And it meant more than words could express to you.

Veracruz grunted as your hips met his, the warmth of your skin contrasting the coolness of the strap that entered him. You stilled yourself for a moment to allow him to adjust, and you ran your hands along the bare skin of his ass and thighs as you waited.

“Move, cariño,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

“I thought I was in charge right now, V,” you quipped back.

He rolled his eyes as he adjusted his position to be more comfortable, “You are enjoying this way too much, cariño,” Veracruz replied in a sure tone.

In response, you rocked your hips back just slightly and then thrust forward again, eliciting a groan from his lips. You let out a whine of your own at the sound he made and repeated the motion. Running your hands across his back, you started to pick up your pace, mesmerized by the way the toy disappeared inside of your comandante over and over again.

Veracruz’s groans filled the room as he surrendered himself to you. It was the last position he thought he would find himself in, yet he couldn’t find any complaints. With every thrust, his resolve crumbled more, and his eyes rolled back every time the strap was fully sheathed inside of him. You moaned softly as you thrust your hips harder, mimicking the way he always fucked you.

As you pumped your strap in and out of him in a slow yet harsh rhythm, Veracruz realized something: you genuinely wanted this to feel good for him. This wasn’t any sort of payback for how hard he liked to fuck you. No, you wanted him to enjoy this. And he could tell you were enjoying yourself by the way you moaned softly, even with nothing inside you and the only stimulation on your clit being when you thrust fully inside him.

With that realization, Veracruz let out the most obscene sound he ever made in his life. He wasn’t even sure where it came from, but he felt overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotions that crashed through him as you fucked him. And it only heightened when you reached around and wrapped your hand around his cock. 

“That’s it V,” you purred as you listened to the chorus of sounds he let out.

Skin slapped against skin as you rocked your hips back and forth, driving the strap deep inside Veracruz every time. He groaned as tingles of pleasure ran up his spine with every thrust of your hips, and a string of curses flowed from his lips.

“That’s my strong, Comandante,” you encouraged him while you pumped his cock faster, squeezing every spot you knew he liked. Because as well as he knew your body, you also knew his. You knew what drove him crazy, you knew exactly where to squeeze to make his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck… Cariño…” Veracruz growled as he felt his climax quickly approach.

But when you murmured his real name in his ear, the comandante lost it. As you drove the strap as deep as you possibly could, squeezing his cock and rubbing the trip with your thumb at the same time, he exploded. With a loud growl, Veracruz came hard, splashing the sheets below him as well as his own chest with his seed. His arms and legs trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him, giving him the strongest orgasm of his life.

Veracruz’s mind went blank, something that never happens to him. You kept up your pace, working him through his climax with soft coos of encouragement until he collapsed down onto the bed. 

He flopped forward with an exasperated sigh, pulling your strap out of him in the process. Veracruz grunted as he laid on his stomach in his own release, taking deep breaths to slow his pounding heart. From behind him, he heard you shuffle as you took off the strap before you laid down next to him.

“V?” you whispered as you brushed a lock of hair off the side of his face, “Are you alright?” you asked, “You good?”

He groaned as he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. He never allowed himself to be vulnerable with anyone like that before, but it made him realize something else. Veracruz truly understood what it took for you to be so vulnerable with him. He knew it wasn’t weakness that you showed by submitting yourself to his whims. And he also knew that you didn’t think him weak for submitting himself to you now. In fact, you both knew it was the opposite. 

Burying his feelings down, Veracruz grumbled as he flipped himself over onto his back and reached out for you. You let out a squeal of surprise at his sudden burst of strength and suddenly found yourself on top of him. Veracruz looked up at you for a moment as you straddled his waist. For a moment, both of you froze. 

The heat in the room stabbed at both of your bare-skinned bodies, yet it didn’t bother either of you. Heavy breaths filled the air between you as you looked at each other in silence. Your chests rose and fell with each breath, exhaling in a heavy sigh each time. Neither you nor Veracruz communicated through words what you were feeling, but you knew from the look in each of your eyes what you were thinking. It was how it worked between the two of you- more action than words.

Veracruz was the first to move, the first to go into action again. He grabbed you and yanked you down, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You moaned into him as you rested your hands on his chest, gently kneading his pecs while you tasted him on your tongue. Veracruz’s hands roamed all over your body, caressing and squeezing your sides, your ass, your breasts…

“Ven aquí, cariño,” Veracruz groaned against your lips as his hands landed on your ass. He gripped it firmly, causing you to moan before you realized he was pushing you upwards, “Arriba,” he commanded. 

Swallowing hard, you nodded before you shuffled yourself up his body. Feeling bold, you paused when your pussy reached his chest, and you decided to lower yourself for a moment, grazing yourself along his skin. You whimpered softly as the heat from his chest warmed you from your core, and you felt the way his eyes bore into you as his gaze pointed. As he watched you rock yourself along his chest, he growled, causing you to gasp as you clit rubbed against his skin.

“You think you are cute, cariño?” Veracruz smirked. His eyes gave him away though- he was enjoying the little show you put on.

And you knew his tell by now, “You like it,” you whispered. A statement. You were feeling bold after he allowed you to fuck his ass. Leaning forward, you hovered your lips over his, teasing him. Yes, you were enjoying this… but so was he.

Veracruz smacked your ass hard in response, jolting you forward and crashing your lips into his. Veracruz took your lips possessively, kissing you deeply. His tongue immediately darted past your lips so he could taste you. Veracruz swallowed the moan you let out as he savored you and ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body with his calloused hands and making you moan more.

As he broke away from the kiss, Veracruz could see how your pussy glistened from the way you rode his chest, but there was something else he wanted you to ride. “Come here,” he growled as he tugged at your body, urging you to shimmy your way to his face faster.

Just as you were about to come back with a smart response, you reached his face with your knees framing his head. Veracruz wasted no time, and the moment your pussy was close enough, his mouth was on it. You cried out at the sudden harsh stimulation, almost forgetting about your own need while you fucked your comandante with the strap. Now you understood how he could go so long, making you cum over and over again before he even thought about his own release.

But the sensations hit you like a freight train. Veracruz lapped at your folds, licking and sucking at your clit with fervor. You immediately lost the strength in your arms and you collapsed down onto your elbows as you swam in pleasure. Your legs trembled on either side of Veracruz’ face as the sounds of his slurping echoed. 

“Fuck… V…” you whined as you felt your skin tingle. 

Your climax hit without warning and you came hard, gushing onto his face. You thought you were going to fully flop down onto your stomach, but Veracruz’ strong grip kept your hips up over his face. And he didn’t let up even as your orgasm subsided. 

Gripping the sheets, you knew he wasn’t finished with you yet. And you knew this was revenge for fucking his ass. Yet it didn’t feel like revenge as your second climax hit right behind the frist, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

“V…” you moaned as you dropped your head down, muffling your screams as you bit the sheets.

He squeezed your ass in response before his hands ran down your thighs and slapped them. Veracruz paused for a moment, giving you the choice you always had: say your word and end it all or keep going. Because no matter how much he took control, ultimately, it was always up to you whether you took what he gave you or not. It was always your choice. Just like it was his to give it to you. Just like it was his to let you fuck his ass. 

You whimpered into the mattress, but said nothing, and the comandante took it as his que to continue. He started back with his tongue on your clit just as harshly as before, not letting up even though you’d cum twice already.

“Fuck! Comandante!” you screamed as you lifted your head to breathe. Even while he was below you, Veracruz was in completely control, not letting you go until he was satisfied.

Veracruz groaned into you as the taste of you drove him wild. So wild in fact that his cock hardened again despite how hard he came. Part of him thought he miscalculated in not having you face the other way so he could fuck your face while he devoured you, but he wasn’t going to break away from you now.

Instead, Veracruz let one hand off of you to pump his own cock while his tongue ran up and down your folds. He growled into you as his cock felt sore, just as your cunt did. But he was too lost in the moment to care.

Faintly, you heard the slick sound of Veracruz pumping his own cock over your moans, and it sent a pulse right to your pussy. You cried out loudly as he hummed into you, pushing you close to the edge once more.

“V…” you whimpered before you came for the third time, gushing so hard you heard the trickling of you release into his skin.

It only made Vercaruz more turned on as he pumped his cock harder. And yet, he still didn’t release your pussy from his mouth, and he kept working at your overly sensitive clit until you came one last time with a soft whimper. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as you fought to keep your knees from collapsing. 

And that was when the comandante came again, groaning into you as he splashing himself once more. 

Exhausted, both you and Veracruz couldn’t keep yourself up any longer and with a gasp you both flopped down. You lunged forward onto your stomach and his arms flopped to his sides. Heavy breathing filled the room again as you both recovered. Sweat and cum glistened over both your bodies as the smell of sex permeated the room. 

Veracruz was the first to move once more, pushing himself up to lay next to you, “Cariño…” he murmured as he rolled you onto your side and tucked you into his embrace.

You sighed contently as you laid on his chest, taking a deep breath, “I’m alright,” you whispered as you savored the way he cradled your body. You stayed like that for several moments before your brain caught up to you, “Wait, shouldn’t I be taking care of you tonight after…?”

He let out a short snort, “You already did, cariño,” he told you. 

You hummed with a smile on your face as you listened to the sound of his heart and traced random patterns on his chest, “I think you enjoyed yourself, Comandante,” you broke the silence.

Veracruz huffed, “You do taste good, cariño.” He knew exactly what you meant, and he knew you knew that. You chose not to challenge it though and just left it alone. You knew in his own way, he said what you wanted to know. 

Together, the two of you laid on the bed, both too exhausted to care about the sticky mess that covered both your bodies. His arms stayed tightly around you, holding you close as both your heart beats slowly returned to normal. That was until Veracruz broke the silence with a low voice.

“I would not be opposed to trying that again, cariño.”

You smirked in satisfaction against his chest. 

[flightlessangelwings]

When it Comes to You...

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "cariño" Word count-3.1k Dialogue prompt- “ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ Action prompt- [ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat. Warnings-s.mut (18+ ONLY!), rough s.e.x, protective!Veracruz, implied violence/minor character death, feelings, no use of y/n Notes- Of course I had to do a V fic for my Year of Protectiveness! @yearofcreation2023​ I've missed writing for my husband so much I can't believe it's been almost 6 months since my last V fic! But, I hope y'all enjoy the ongoing chronicles of V and cariño! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up of date on when I post!

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You knew what you were getting into when you chose to be Comandante Veracruz’s girl. You knew you were safe with him, that he would protect you always. But, you also were aware of the dangers that came with being so close to a man like him. You knew that the traditional marriage, family, white picket fence life was not in the cards for you. And you were ok with that. Much like how you drew him in, there was something about Veracruz that you just couldn’t turn away from.

And that only made days like today all the more special to you.

Somehow, you managed to convince the comandante to spend the day at a local park with you. It was a beautiful day out, and you wanted to enjoy it… with him. You were shocked at how little convincing it took for him to join you. But what you didn’t realize was he agreed to go mostly to watch over you and keep you safe. At least, that was what he told himself was the reason.

Veracruz didn’t tell you this, but he had run into some trouble with rival arms dealers lately. And though he kept it buried, there was a fear that someone would use you as leverage against him. It was something Veracruz would not allow. No, he had to keep you safe no matter what. 

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but something grew within him when it came to you. It was more than sex, more than just a release. There was something that drew him back to you over and over again. And while he made it clear that he would never be the conventional relationship type of man, a part of him craved some sort of stability with you. He liked having you in his bed… in his arms… in his life. And if it meant a day resembling a date out in a park every once in a while, Veracruz could set his usual demeanor aside for the time being.

When did he get so soft when he came to you?

“Thank you, by the way,” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as the two of you wandered the park.

“For what?” Veracruz scoffed in an attempt to hide the mushy feeling that threatened to creep up on him.

Your smile was brother than the sun in the sky as you beamed at him, “For this,” you gestured vaguely, “For taking me out today.” You reached for him and placed a feather-light kiss on his cheek.

Veracruz’s eyes darted around as he suddenly had no response. He knew you knew better than to expect romance, but there were times, like this, where it came dangerously close. But, before he had to worry about it too much, a shadow in the distance caught his eye.

He grabbed your hand and yanked you close, “Stay at my side, cariño,” he mumbled, “We are not alone.”

You gasped, but hurried your steps as Veracruz eaves through the park in an attempt to outrun the sudden pursuers. He led you down a different path towards a more dense forest, and you followed without question. But, your path became blocked when four men popped out from behind the trees.

Veracruz cursed under his breath as he tried to backtrack, only to find that path was now blocked by even more men, all wearing black and carrying weapons. Your heart pounded in your chest as the fear quickly flowed through your veins. 

You were surrounded… trapped. 

“Out with your girl, Comandante?” one of the shady-looking men asked, “It’s a nice day for a picnic date,” he looked at you, “Hi there sweet girl.” 

“Who would have thought the mighty Comandante Veracruz turned so soft?” another spat as they closed in on you and Veracruz.

“If you are trying to catch me off guard, you will find that does not come easily,” the comandante kept his guard up and his body tensed. His hand hovered over his gun, and he kept you tucked behind him, making himself a human shield for you. He heard your rapid breaths behind him and he felt the way you clung to his shirt. He knew you tried to keep a brave face up for him, even in such danger. 

“V…” you breathed.

In a flash, Veracruz raised his gun and shot forward, catching your assailants off guard. As they scattered, he grabbed your hand and bolted away as fast as he could take you. Once the two of you ran a good distance, he ducked you both behind the cover of some bushes and pulled out his radio, signaling for backup.

Even in the middle of an ambush, Veracruz’s main priority was you. He had to keep you safe first and foremost, no matter what. And these men would pay for thinking they could use you against him. Veracruz was smarter than that. And he always took precautions.

“Listen to me cariño,” he grabbed your shoulders as he forced you to look at him, “You know what to do.” The fire in his eyes burned brightly.

You swallowed hard as the adrenaline pulsed through your system, “Yes,” you whispered.

“Good,” Veracruz gave you a squeeze. He thought over for a moment, and when he didn’t hear the approaching sound of footsteps, he leaned in and gave you a heated kiss on your lips, “Now, you need to get out of here,” he pushed you away from him and pulled out his gun once more, “Go!” he shouted over his shoulder, “I will buy you some time.”

Your eyes went wide as the last few moments felt like even more of a whirlwind. It took your mind a moment to catch up to what Veracruz was saying, and before you could say anything, you realized he already ran back towards the men who tried to attack you. Part of you wanted to stay, to help him somehow. But, Veracruz trusted you with his emergency plan in case anything like this ever happened. He trusted you to follow his command, knowing that he always had your best interest in mind.

So you had to trust him that he would be ok on his own until backup arrived. “Stay alive, V,” you whispered to his retreating figure before you turned and ran the other direction.

You ran for what felt like hours, knowing exactly where you were going. Veracruz always made it a point that you knew where you were and where to run to in case of an attack. Most days, you told him he was being overcautious. But, on a day like today, you were grateful to have your escape plan in place.

It was nightfall by the time you made it to your destination: an old, cheap motel in the middle of nowhere. No one would ever think to look for you here, and Veracruz made sure that there was always a room there to hide away in. 

Out of breath and drenched in sweat, you pulled the key out of your pocket and let yourself inside. Part of you hoped Veracruz finished off the attackers and made it back before you and he was here waiting for you. But, your hopes were quickly dashed when only a dark, empty room greeted you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you locked and bolted the door behind you before you closed the drapes and made sure the room was secure. The comandante never spared any expense when it came to you, and he made sure to teach you well in case you were ever on your own. You let out another deep breath as you sat down on one of the chairs for a moment and rubbed your aching legs.

“Come back to me, V,” you prayed out loud as you took the opportunity to catch your breath.

But, with nothing but the clock ticking away the second to occupy your thoughts, the room felt lonely. So, you decided to take a quick shower and wash away the sweat and ache while you waited for him. Thankfully, Veracruz made sure to keep a bag of spare clothes, food and necessities stashed in the room so you wouldn’t be without. 

There was nothing else you could do right now anyway except for wait. And as much as you hated to just sit around, you made a promise to him, a promise to do exactly what he told you to do. And what he told you was to get here to this room and wait for him.

Hours dragged by slowly, but even as the sun set and the moon rose high in the night sky, you couldn’t sleep. You were plagued by the what ifs and the worst case scenario. You knew your comandante was more than capable of handling himself. You had seen it firsthand. But, you also couldn’t help but worry.

You never meant to get this involved in Comandante Veracruz’s life. He was supposed to be just a one night stand. Then he was supposed to be just a fuck buddy. But, somewhere along the way, your feelings for him grew into more. You couldn’t turn away from him even if you wanted to. He was the last person you should be with, and yet he was the only one you wanted.

There was no way you were going to say any of that out loud to him, though. Veracruz wasn’t about feelings. At least not in the traditional way. But, the way he always kept you safe, the way he always defended you, the way he fucked you… it all had to mean something… right?

Suddenly, a rattle at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You gasped softly as you jumped up to your feet and grabbed a nearby alarm clock from the table. You watched with bated breath as the door slowly clicked open and the knob turned. Without even thinking, you chucked the small alarm clock at the door before you yelped and ducked down.

The clock smashed against the doorway and you heard a string of Spanish curses from that same direction. You didn’t care to uncurl yourself until you recognized the voice.

“You missed, cariño,” Veracruz chuffed. 

You let out another gasp as you looked up and saw your beloved comandante in the doorway, “V… You made it,” you breathed in relief as you took in the sight of him.

Veracruz quickly locked the door before he met your gaze and let out a huff. His body was sore and tired from the fight and the journey, but just the sight of you was a relief to him, “Did you have any doubts?”

“Never, Comadnate,” you looked into his eyes with the first smile since the two of you were ambushed. 

The two of you stood in a tense silence for a long moment before Veracruz crossed the room, launching himself at you like a panther on the hunt. Fire burned in his eyes as he cupped your face with his large hands and crashed your lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his normally slicked back and styled hair fell into his eyes in thick waves.

You didn’t care about the sweat and the grime and the blood and the messy hair as you parted your lips and invited him in. Clinging to Veracruz’s collar, you tilted your head and saw stars as you tasted him on your tongue. It ignited something within both of you, and you clawed at his shirt at the same time Veracuz backed you up against the dresser. 

Veracruz growled against your lips as he also tugged and yanked at your clothes, eager to get you naked for him. His cock twitched between your bodies as you gasped when you hit the dresser and found yourself pinned. 

“V…” you sighed in between kisses as you pushed yourself onto the dresser. The wood of the furniture almost felt cold with how hot your skin burned in your need for him. 

His eyes burned as he settled between your naked, parted legs. Veracruz purred your name as he hastily shoved his pants down so that he could feel your skin against his. And the spark of the bare touch ignited a blaze between the two of you that made goosebumps erupt all over both your bodies.

“You did good today, cariño,” the wall Veracruz kept around his heart cracked as he showered you with unexpected praise while he cupped your face. His thumb brushed a single quick stroke across your cheek that you would have missed had you not felt the intensity of the moment.

A heavy exhale escaped your lips as you felt like all the air was forced out of your body from the way your comandante looked at you, “Did you get ‘em, V?”

Veracruz’s face lit up in a wicked grin, “What do you think, cariño?” he answered your question with one of his own.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him close so that his chest collided with your own, your legs caging his body in against the dresser that you were propped up on, “I think…” you purred as you hovered your lips over his, “Nothing stands in the way of you, Comandante.”

He smirked as he tightened his grip on you, “Especially when it comes to you, cariño…”

Before you could react to the words Veracruz usually left unspoken, he crashed his lips against yours and swallowed any thought that would have popped into your mind. He hastily devoured you as his hands roamed all over your body… squeezing your breasts, your sides, your ass.

Heat rose in the room, making both of your bodies glisten with sweat, but neither of you cared. You moaned into Veracruz’s mouth as you bucked your hips against his in a desperate and wordless plea. But, he didn’t need words to know what you wanted. He knew you well enough… and you knew him.

Veracruz shifted himself so that the tip of his cock poked at your entrance, but he paused for a moment, giving you the chance to slow down. Normally, the comandante liked to take his time with you, teasing you and easing you open so that he would slam into you with abandon. But today, you both were too desperate, too needy, too impatient to wait.

“Please…” your voice was just a whisper, but it was all he needed.

The comandante thrust into you with a loud grunt, filling you to the brim in one swift stroke. You threw your head back and screamed loudly as his thick cock stretched you out. Your legs trembled on either side of his body while you dug your nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. But, it only fueled Veracruz more.

He grabbed onto your hips and pounded into you over and over again. The dresser knocked against the wall with every thrust of his hips, but he barely heard it over the beautiful sounds you made. Veracruz growled as he murmured indistinct words in Spanish and bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own groans.

“Fuck!” you cried out in pleasure. 

As he pounded into you, Veracruz looked up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He almost didn’t recognize himself between the disheveled hair and the burning inferno in his eyes. Your silhouette fit perfectly in his arms, and the heat from your bodies steamed the mirror. The comandante resembled a panther in the midst of a hunt, in the midst of protecting what is his.

“Mira, cariño,” Veracruz growled as he grabbed your scalp and forced you to arch your back so that you could see yourself in the mirror, “Look how delicious you are when you take my cock so well like this,” he gave his hips a harsher thrust so that he buried himself even deeper inside you. 

Your eyes were glazed over as you looked into the mirror. Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth and you saw you breasts bounce in your reflection as Veracruz continued to fuck you. But what took our breath away was the look on his face. The way his jaw clenched and his eyes burned. But, among the passions, there was something else in his eyes too. Perhaps it was fear… fear that he could lose you, that one day he can’t keep you safe from the threats that constantly loomed in the shadows. 

But those fears were quickly buried as Veracruz hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you scream even louder. Your eyes snapped shut as you felt your body tremble and your climax quickly approached.

“That’s it cariño,” he growled, “Cum for me.”

“V…” was all you managed to get out before your orgasm hit and you came hard, clenching your inner muscles around his cock as he thrust into you over and over again.

Veracruz watched as his cock disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him, and it was only heightened when your climax hit and you cried out his name. Lost in the moment, he almost forgot about his own need for release until it snuck up on him. It was the first time in his life that ever happened. But, after a few more thrusts, Veracruz spilled himself inside you, riding out his own orgasm with your name on his lips. 

Heavy breaths filled the room as Veracruz leaned forward, resting his sweaty forehead on the mirror. You kept your arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held you. His cock stayed buried inside you as he used the dresser to support himself. The heat in the room almost made holding each other uncomfortable, but neither of you cared. The room could be on fire and neither of you would let go of the other.

After several moments, Veracruz pushed himself up to look into your eyes, and he waited in silence for you to blink your own eyes open. Both of you stared in silence for several moments before he crashed his lips against yours in a heated, passionate kiss once more. 

The two of you went two more rounds in the shower and another in the bed before you finally collapsed down from pure exhaustion. You let out a deep, heavy breath as you curled yourself up in Veracruz’s arms and rested your head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart under your ear. You sighed contently as you closed your eyes and savored his warmth, his embrace, his own form of affection. 

Perhaps that was enough for you.

[flightlessangelwings]

Those Three Words

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño" Word count- 2.2k Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), roughish sex, feelings, arguments, squirting, creampie, wall sex, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, no use of y/n Notes- This is it y'all! After about 60k words, we finally get a feelings confession! Out loud! On purpose! And just in time for Valentines Day lol! Big thank you to @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ for the initial idea for how this goes! This follows the events of the unofficial series but can be read on its own. Enjoy! To stay up to date on when I post, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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Fresh air and sunshine hit your face as you walked down the street. It had been some time since you got outside, and you were determined to enjoy every moment of it. And while you understood and appreciated when Veracruz kept you in his apartment for weeks for your own protection, the isolation started to get to you.

It was the first time your life had actually been threatened, and Veracruz did not handle it well. He went through every length he could to keep you protected, and yet he still faced the nightmare of seeing you at the end of a gun. It was something he hated, and something he never wanted to relive. So, he made you promise to stay inside for a while until he was sure there were no more threats against you.

And you trusted the comandante to keep you safe. You trusted his judgment, and you knew he would protect you at all costs. At first too, you were too afraid to leave the sanctity of his apartment… his bedroom. But, as the weeks passed and no other threats came up, your sense of urgency faded. 

His didn’t though.

So, one day when he was out, you decided enough was enough and you set outside for the first time in weeks. You didn’t go far, just to the store and for a walk around the neighborhood, but it was enough to satisfy you. And you tried to time it so that you would be back before Veracruz got home.

You hummed to yourself as you unlocked the door to his apartment and let yourself in. It was quiet, and you figured you got away with it as you set your things down. But, the sound of a throat clearing made your heart sink in your chest.

Slowly, you turned around and saw Veracruz in the middle of the apartment, his gun in his hand and a flustered look on his face. The flash of fear quickly melted away when you met his gaze and his expression morphed into more of a scowl as the anger set in.

“And where were you today, cariño?” Veracruz snapped as he slammed his gun down.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he looked at you with rage in his eyes. But, you fought to keep your cool; you knew he would never hurt you, “I just went down the street to get some things, V.”

Veracruz scoffed, “Did I not tell you to stay here?” his tone was louder and harsher than he meant to be as he lashed out at you, “I gave you orders to stay here!” he shouted as he stepped closer towards you. 

“Orders?!” you scoffed, “V I’m not one of your soldiers!”

“No you are not,” he roared, “My soldiers know how to listen to me!”

“I do listen to you V,” angry tears filled your eyes, “But you can’t keep me locked up here forever. You know that!”

“Well you could have fooled me! Why must you be so fucking brainless sometimes?!” 

“Why are you being such an asshole about this, V?!” you snapped, “I just went down the street. I’m fine. Nothing happened!”

“You are infuriatingly stubborn, cariño,” he shouted back.

“I thought you liked that I’m not a pushover,” you didn’t back down, “I don’t get why you’re so angry! I’m fine!” you paused and stared at him before you added with a softer voice, “Is it because you love me?”

Veracruz roared back without hesitation, “Yes!”

You froze.

He froze.

For several long moments, neither of you moved, too lost in the other’s eyes and emotions to say anything. You didn’t expect him to say yes, and especially not so quickly. And Veracruz’s own feelings caught even himself off guard. Heavy breaths were the only sound in the room for what felt like an eternity, and the tension was so palpable that you could cut it with a knife.

You were the first to move. You took a deep breathing, gathering your strength and your courage before you spoke, “Then say it.”

Veracruz scoffed as he rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips, “You know I do, cariño. Have my actions not proven that? Or do I need to count out the number of men I have killed for you?”

“I want to hear it,” you kept yourself steady, “Out loud. To my face,” tears filled the corners of your eyes out of anger and emotions, “No skirting around it. Not when I’m asleep. Not when you’re between my legs distracting me. Not when…”

“I LOVE YOU!” 

A gasp escaped your throat. Even if that was what you wanted, hearing those three words out loud made you feel even more emotional than you expected. And you certainly thought he needed more convincing to say them.

Veracruz huffed as he threw his hands in the air and paced in circles. All the while, he dissolved into a flurry of Spanish rambling about how much you drove him crazy and how insufferable you were and he didn’t know why he loved you.

But his tirade was cut short when you crossed the room, grabbed his collar and slammed your lips against his. Veracruz’s eyes went wide for a moment as you pressed your body against his, your mouth covering his own. But, he quickly regained his composure and grabbed onto your hips and kissed you back with equal passion.

Veracruz turned you around and while your lips parted for him, he backed you up against the nearest wall. He swallowed the moan you let out and used your momentarily distraction to deepen the kiss more. He groaned as he bucked his hips against yours as he pinned you to the wall.

“You are fucking insufferable, cariño,” he murmured lowly in your ear.

“Takes one to know one, V.” 

Veracruz scoffed, but you felt the flash of his smirk against your skin as he nosed your neck. His hands ran down your body and landed on your hips in order to yank you flush against him. You whimpered as you arched your back, desperate to feel as much of Veracruz’s strong body against you. Heat quickly rose between the two of you as he tugged at your clothes, making quick work of stripping you.

Instead of simply surrendering this time, you pulled at his clothes with just as much need. Most times, you were content for him to stay clothed while he laid you bare, but this time was different. This time, feelings were truly and completely involved. You wanted- needed- to feel his bare skin against yours. Nothing laid between the two of you emotionally anymore, and you didn’t want anything physical to barrier you from your comandante.

He growled in your ear as clothes flew off your bodies in a flurry. Both of you panted heavily as desperation rose between you, as if you didn’t fuck right then and there, the world would implode. To both of you, though, it truly felt like that. Veracruz couldn’t face the world without you there, as much as it pained him to admit it. And you… you never wanted to be without him.

In a flash, Veracruz spun you around the moment you were naked and you huffed as your face was suddenly smashed against the wall. You whined with need as you drove your ass against his body in a silent plea for him.

“Impatient today, cariño,” Veracruz murmured in a low groan as he pumped his cock a few times.

“Says the man who is about to fuck me against the living room wall,” you quipped back with a smirk.

Veracruz cursed under his breath, but the desire was too great to argue. He rocked his hips against yours, the tip of his cock nudging against your folds. Groans from both of you echoed in the room as he felt how wet you were, and you felt how hard he was. You felt Veracruz’s cock twitch against your body, and as much as you wanted this right now, part of you wished you could see his face.

But Veracruz couldn’t see yours either as you rested your forehead against the wall and clung to it to hold yourself upright. He knew you well enough though to know that your mouth hung open as your eyes fluttered shut. He felt the heat from your body, especially from your core where his cock hovered.

With a low growl, Veracruz couldn’t hold back anymore, he grabbed your hip with one hand as he pushed himself into you. Both of you let out gasps as he filled you. Slowly at first, Veracruz savored the warmth of you at surrounded him as he heard your nails scratch at the wall. But when you let out a loud moan, he slammed himself fully the rest of the way inside you, filling you to the brim.

You cried out in pleasure as you threw your head back and welcomed the comandante inside your body. He immediately started pounding into you, holding your hips as he set his harsh and past pace. 

Skin slapped against skin as Veracruz rocked into you over and over again. Moans and screams and grunts filled the room as he thrust his cock with precision. Veracruz gritted his teeth as he watched his length disappear inside you again and again. It was hard and fast and rough and needy, just like times before when he fucked you. Yet, despite the familiarity, this time felt different.

This time was different because he was more raw than he had ever been before. This time was different because for the first time in his life, Veracruz confessed his feelings out loud. This time was different because this meant this was more than just sex, and you both knew it for certain. You had told him you loved him before, but he never spoke those words out loud… until now.

“Mine,” Veracruz growled as he yanked your hips up and pulled your body up so that your back was flush against his chest.

You let out a heavy exhale as you felt your body pulled like you were a ragdoll, but because it was Veracruz… your V… you didn’t care. Your hands stayed on the wall in front of you to brace yourself as your eyes opened and you looked up at the ceiling. But, your eyes quickly closed again when Veracruz bit down on the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. 

You screamed as you clenched your inner muscles around his cock, causing him to groan against your skin. Both you and Veracruz felt like you were drowning as you swam in your passions. His hands gripped you tightly, as if he told you without the words that he was never letting you go. 

And you never wanted him to let you go. You were his. And he was yours. You loved Veracruz. And he…

“Let me feel you cum, cariño,” Veracruz growled in your ear as he sped up his pace, “Show me what is mine. Show me what belongs to me.”

“V…” you moaned as you felt your skin tingle, “I’m yours… All yours… Please…”

“All mine…”

When Veracruz snaked a hand around your body and rubbed at your clit, the dam broke. Your climax hit without warning as you came with a loud scream. You slumped forward as your entire body trembled and you felt yourself gush. Your head leaned against the wall once more as you felt Veracruz’ cock hit your sweet spot over and over again, the entire time he growled and groaned as he felt you come apart around his cock.

“It’s it cariño…” he cooed as he slapped your pussy and clenched his jaw. It took every once of willpower within him to hold off his own orgasm, but he knew it would be worth it.

You screamed as he slapped your overly sensitive clit over and over again until you came for a second time. Your nails ripped into the wall, screeching the wallpaper there, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was Veracruz, and you moaned his name over and over again as you rode out your second climax right after your first.

“Fuck…” he groaned as he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl of your name, Veracruz thrust himself as deep as he could into you as he spilled himself deep inside your body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through both your bodies as you rode out your highs on each other’s bodies. 

Fully spent, Veracruz wrapped his arm around you and slumped forward, joining you against the wall. His cock slipped out of you as he lunged forward, causing you both to gasp, but he never let you go. Neither of you spoke or moved for several moments, and the sounds of heavy breaths were the only sound in the room.

“Hey V…” you broke the silence first.

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” you whispered without moving, your face still buried into the wall.

He huffed and you felt the smile in even just the short exclamation, “And I…” he paused, “Love you too cariño,” he paused again before he added more sternly, “Do not get used to hearing that every day.”

You let out a short laugh; he truly was much more agreeable after you two had sex, “Of course not,” you smirked, “A man has his reputation to keep after all.”

Veracruz scoffed.

“I know you do though,” you added in a soft tone, “And you know I do too.”

“That I do cariño,” he agreed as he stroked your body, “That I do.” 

[wannab-urs]

Vete a la Mierda | Veracruz x Reader

I wrote a dark little drabble because I'm obsessed with @toxicanonymity and my friends encouraged me.

I know it's not my usual content so don't feel bad for not reading it, dear followers.

Also sorry if my Spanish sucks. It's half my own knowledge and half frantic googling.

Summary: You are a member of Espada Ardiente and Veracruz is trying to torture the location of your base out of you.

Word count: 550

Warnings: MDNI | 18+ | bloodplay, knifeplay, choking, bondage, reader gets hit, some biting, dub con bc she's his prisoner but like... she's fully into it, threatening language, fingering.

Please heed the warnings, dolls!

You’re tied to a chair, completely naked, in a tent miles into the Colombian jungle where no one will ever hear you scream. 

Comandante Veracruz sits nestled between your bare thighs, the tip of a large hunting knife digging into your flesh. Little rivulets of blood run down your legs where he’s been carving you up. 

“Dónde está la puta base? He wants to know the location of Espada Ardiente’s base and he’s not going to get it. 

“ándate a la mierda!” you spit in his face.

Veracruz chuckles, wipes his cheek and drags his hand to his mouth, sucking your saliva off his fingers. Flipping the knife in his hand so that he’s holding the blade flat between his thumb and forefinger, he nestles the handle against your pussy. 

“Dónde está la puta base?” He wiggles the knife up and down, until it slips inside you. You can’t stop the little whimper that escapes your lips.

He pauses and pulls the knife handle out of you. “Te gusta eso, la chica sucia?”

You don’t answer, but he can see the shine of your slick on his knife. “Si?”

He wraps his hand around the blade and starts fucking you on the handle in earnest. You writhe against your restraints, trying to bear down on his knife even harder. His palm is flayed open, blood running down the blade and soaking your pussy even more. He doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he likes the pain.

“Más, por favor, más,” you beg through gritted teeth.

He chuckles again, “Dime, o puedo simplemente voltear este cuchillo, si no me das lo que quiero.” 

“Irse al diablo,” you gasp out. Your eyes roll back in your head as your cunt flutters around the knife handle, but before the coil of pleasure in your belly snaps, he pulls the knife from you, tossing it on the ground. 

He wraps his unmarred hand around your throat and squeezes until you see stars. He shoves two bloodied fingers into your slick heat and curls his fingers into your g spot over and over. 

“Esto es lo que quieres? Quieres correr?” 

“Si! Si! Por favor!” you beg, too far gone to pretend you’re not about to come all over his thick fingers.

He slips in a third finger and drops his mouth to suck at your clit. His teeth latch on to the sensitive bud and suddenly you cry out. You squirt all over his hand, your release mingling with the blood coating his hand and your thighs. 

With a glint of pure evil in his eye, Veracruz shoves his blood and slick soaked fingers into your mouth and brings his other hand up to your throat. You keep your eyes locked on his as you lick and suck at his fingers, tasting yourself and the sharp iron of your commingled blood. 

“Me vas a responder ahora.”

You bite down hard on his fingers and he cries out. He slams your head into the back of the chair with his hand around your throat, rips his fingers from your mouth and slaps you.

He picks up the knife again, holding the sharp edge against your thigh, “Te preguntaré una vez más, cariño. ¿Dónde está la base?”

You smirk at him, a glint in your eye. 

“Vete a la mierda.”

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Translations:

Dónde está la puta base? - Where is the fucking base

ándate a la mierda! - Fuck you (kinda)

Te gusta eso, la chica sucia - you like this, dirty girl?

 Si? - you do?

Más, por favor, más, - More, please, more

Dime, puedo simplemente voltear este cuchillo, si no me das lo que quiero. - Tell me. I'll turn this knife around if you don't give me what I want

Irse al diablo, - go to hell

Esto es lo que quieres? Quieres correr? - This what you want? You want to come?

Si! Si! Por favor! - yes, yes please!

Me vas a responder ahora. - You’re going to answer me now.

Te preguntaré una vez más, cariño. ¿Dónde está la base? I’ll ask you one more time darling. Where is the base?

Vete a la mierda. - Fuck you.

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 20- Mirror Sex

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.7k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, creampie, squirting

Notes- This one is actually pretty tame for V but it still felt very him and I had a lot of fun writing this! It also turned out longer than I expected but that’s what happens with V these days lol! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

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“V…?” you called into the apartment as you let yourself in with your key. You listened for his response as you locked the door, slipped off your shoes and set your things down. But when you heard nothing, you called his name again and stayed still as you waited for his voice.

“In here, cariño,” the comandante’s voice called from his bedroom.

A rush of adrenaline rushed through you, and you instantly knew he had something up his sleeve in store for you. It was a game the two of you played, and it gave both of you that thrill you both had been seeking. Your skin tingled as you had no idea what to expect when you walked through his bedroom door, and it exhilarated you. 

But wherever you thought you were walking into, it was not this.

Veracruz stood beside his bed, his shirt off and his pants open, with a devilish smirk on his face. The room was bright, and you instantly noticed the reflection of the light off the mirror behind where he stood. You felt your skin warm under his sharp gaze and you clenched your thighs together without even realizing it.

“Come here, cariño,” his voice was low as he extended his hand out to you.

You followed his order without question, but you knew his soft gesture was only a tease before he revealed what he truly had in mind for you, “What’s with the mirror, V?” you asked in a hushed tone as your eyes dropped to the floor.

That was when you noticed a second mirror that Veracruz currently straddled. It was a long mirror, much like the one against the wall, and it was just wide enough that you could comfortably hover over. And that was when it hit you.

The realization must have shown on your face because Veracruz let out a low rumble of laughter, “You like this, cariño?” he purred in your ear as he slowly stripped you of your clothes, “Today, I want you to watch while I fuck you,” he cupped your chin and forced you to look at your reflection in the standing mirror before he lifted your shirt off, “I want you to keep your eyes where I tell you, understand?” he ghosted his fingers down your sides and goosebumps appeared all over your skin.

“Yes, Comandante,” you whispered as you leaned back into his strong torso.

“Good,” he allowed your small show of affection while he finished stripping you with haste. Once you were bare, he let out a low growl of approval as he eyed you up and down, “Get on your knees, cariño, just over this mirror.”

A small whimper escaped your lips as you looked down and were met with the sight of your already wet pussy. For a moment, you felt embarrassed, but your arousal quickly overtook your emotions and you did as you were told. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto your hands and knees and you swallowed hard when you caught Veracruz’s eyes in the standing mirror. 

He grumbled a low praise as he pushed his pants down, revealing his hardened cock, and joined you on his knees behind you, “Enjoying the show, cariño?” he teased as he reached out and caressed your ass.

“Yes…” you whined as your eyes fluttered shut when he moved his hand and cupped your pussy.

“Keep your eyes open, cariño,” Veracruz ordered as he rubbed your cunt, “Do not close them.”

You let out a heavy breath as you did as you were told once more, and you gasped when you met his eyes in the standing mirror. At the same time, Veracruz dove two fingers into your pussy, and your mouth dropped open to let out a loud moan. As much as you wanted to close your eyes, you fought to keep them open and trained on his in the mirror as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s it,” he groaned, just as turned on as you were. 

The sound of a drip caught his attention, and Veracruz dropped his gaze down to the mirror on the floor where several drops of your arousal splashed. The reflection was slightly blurred, but he could still clearly see your pussy with his fingers buried deep inside. His cock twitched as a fire was set ablaze behind his eyes.

“Fuck,” Veracruz whispered as he pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock in one swift movement.

You didn’t even have the chance to whine at the loss of his fingers before you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. You let out a heavy breath as you braced yourself, and before you could beg for it, Veracruz inched his length into your cunt.

His eyes never left the mirror on the floor as he pushed himself inside you. The image of your pussy lips around his cock made him groan your name, and it took everything within him not to slam into you in one movement. Today, Veracruz wanted to take it slower and savor the sights with the mirrors and the sounds you made while he fucked you, at least for the moment.

Your eyes never left the standing mirror, and you clenched around his cock when you saw the awestruck look on his face. You whispered his name as he bottomed out inside of you, and your body trembled as you forced yourself to stay on your hands and knees for him.

Veracruz grabbed onto your hips as he rolled back and slammed into you with more force. You let out a loud cry as he pounded into you with his usual harsh and fast rhythm. In the mirror, you saw the way he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on your hips. There was a wild look in his eyes that he normally kept hidden from you, but with the help of the mirror, you saw his every expression as he fucked you hard.

“V…” you moaned as it became harder and harder for you to keep your eyes open. 

“You look so delicious like this, cariño,” he groaned as he leaned forward slightly and met your gaze in the mirror, “I like you at all these angles.”

Between the sound of his praise and the look in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist, your mind went blank. The mirrors must have had just as much of an effect on him as they did you, and you let out a low moan as the thought went right to your cunt. And before you could even realize it, Veracruz reeled you up so that your back was flush against his chest and he held you tight as he pounded into you from this new angle.

You couldn’t help but shut your eyes as you leaned your head back against his shoulder as he thrust his cock into you over and over again. Skin slapped against skin as your mind swam in pleasure. You held onto his strong arms as you surrendered yourself fully to him.

“Keep your eyes open, cariño,” Veracruz warned as he stilled himself completely inside you, “I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

It took an astonishing amount of willpower, but you blinked your eyes open and met his gaze in the mirror once more. It wasn’t until you swallowed hard and held his gaze that he started his thrusts again. Your mouth dropped open as screams and moans flowed freely from your lips.

“That’s it, cariño,” he groaned, “Watch how well you take me,” he snapped his hips against yours, “Watch how good you look on my cock like this.”

You couldn’t help but trail your eyes down to where your bodies connected, and the noise you let out made Veracruz growl. You watched him thrust into you, and you swa how much he stretched your pussy with his cock. It was a sinful sight, and you couldn’t look away.

“You like that, cariño?” Veracruz sounded amused, but you also heard the strain in his voice and you knew he was close, “Let me watch you cum for me cariño.”

“Fuck!” you screamed as the heat quickly rose from your core as he moved a hand down to rub at your clit, “V…”

He growled as he rocked into you over and over again, hitting that sweet spot within you with precision. As he gripped you tightly, Veracruz groaned your name as he felt you clench around him, and the way your mouth dropped open and your face was lost in pleasure made something new stir within him. He sped up his thrusts, determined to make you fall apart and eager to watch the show you put on as you did.

And it only took a few more thrusts for Veracruz to get what he wanted. Your scream echoed in the room as your entire body shook in his arms as you came hard. The mirror on the floor smeared even more as your release dripped onto it. Veracruz glanced down to watch for a moment before he looked back up at the standing mirror to watch as you rode out your climax. He didn’t even chastise you for closing your eyes as you looked so tempting when you were completely lost in the pleasure he gave you. 

That was when he lost all his control. Veracruz’s thrusts became erratic as his own orgasm quickly built up and soon he followed you over the edge. He clenched his jaw as he hissed your name and spilled himself deep inside you. You whimpered as you felt his release fill you up, but it only spurred the comandante on more as he rode out his own orgasm inside you.

Spent, Veracruz leaned forward with you in his arms until you both were on your hands and knees. Sweat lined both your bodies as you took the moment to catch your breaths, and you let out a soft whine when you felt his cock still inside you.

Veracruz opened his eyes first and savored the reflections in the mirrors. You looked a mess, but you never looked more tantalizing to him. And when he looked down at the mirror on the floor, he groaned when he saw where your bodies were still connected. When you heard his grumble, you opened your eyes and you let out a deep sigh when you saw the look on his face and the fire in his eyes.

“Fuck V… That was…”

Veracruz interrupted you by quickly turning your head and capturing your lips with his own. He swallowed the moan you let out and squeezed you tighter in response, “We are not finished here yet, cariño…”

[flightlessangelwings]

“I've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me”

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 561

Warnings- spicy but no actual smut, established relationship, reader is in a mood this time and V likes it lol

Notes- Written for my 4k follower drabble event! Thank you for the request, anon I always love writing my asshole husband lol! Taglists are closed. To stay up to date on when I post, follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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You slammed the door to Veracruz’s apartment as you grumbled and set your things down. For once, it was you who came home with a bad attitude and the comandante sat at his desk working on paperwork. He looked up the moment you came in and he watched with a curious look on his face as you threw your bag and shoes in opposite directions. It wasn’t often you got into moods like this, but Veracruz found himself drawn to your vivacity. 

He stood as you made your way into the kitchen and grabbed yourself a drink before you crossed the space and flopped down on the couch. You hid your face with your arm as you brought the bottle to your lips and took a long sip.

“Welcome home, cariño,” Veracruz mocked as he rested his hands on his hips.

You just huffed as you took another sip.

Veracruz rolled his eyes as he stepped closer and wrapped his fingers around the bottle. Gingerly, he released it from your grasp and set it down on the table before he took a seat next to you, “You do not usually approve of drinks before the sun goes down,” he commented. 

A big sigh escaped your lips as you removed your arm and sat up to face him, “V…” you sounded exasperated and the bags under your eyes were apparent, “Listen, I’ve had a terrible day at work. So could you just shut up and kiss me already?”

He cupped your chin as he grinned, “Anything you want, cariño,” Veracruz’ tone dropped as he hovered his lips over yours.

All the breath was suddenly forced out of your chest as he crashed his lips against yours in a feverish and frenzied kiss. Usually, he was the one holding all the anger, but this time it was the opposite. You kissed him back with a passion that he didn’t expect, but it wasn’t something he would complain about. Not at all.

Veracruz grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, and you immediately grasped onto his collar as you deepened the kiss more. You moaned into his body as the fire was quickly set ablaze between you. 

Without realizing it, you rocked your hips against Veracruz’s and he groaned into your mouth and tightened his grip on you. Heat quickly rose between your bodies as you used his body to relieve the tension you held. The comandante felt himself harden as your clothed pussy rubbed against him. He ran his hands up and down your sides as he caressed your body and savored the taste of you.

Veracruz swallowed the moan you let out and tightened his grip on you. His own skin tingled as you used his body for your stress release and his cock twitched at the role reversal. Normally, it was him who came to you in a mood, and pounded away his stress into you. But, Veracruz also couldn’t deny the his body heated up when it was you who was in a mood. 

Not that he would ever tell you out loud, but you were hot when you were angry like this. 

When you broke away for a breath, you sighed contently and rested your forehead against his.

“Happy now, cariño?” Veracruz smirked.

“Almost…” 

He knew exactly what you meant. “Let me take care of that then, cariño.”

[flightlessangelwings]

Unspoken

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader (“Cariño,” no use of y/n)

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, protective/possessive Veracruz, jealousy, unwanted advances from Veracruz’s superior, Cariño getting bolder, feelings denial, Cariño wears a formal dress but it’s not detailed what it looks like (see more notes at the end for my thoughts on the dress)

Notes: After like 6 months, V is back!! I’m sorry it took me this long to come back to this, but the inspo just wasn't there for awhile. Y’all can thank @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ for bringing it back tho cause every time she and I talk Veracruz, the spark returns! And this is based on the anon from a while ago who asked what would happen if one of Veracruz’s superiors hit on Cariño, so thank you anon, I hope you see this and I’m sorry it took so long for me to write! I’m so happy with how this one turned out tho! Enjoy!

Also! If you’re a poc, feel free to DM me about my Pedro poc discord server! We’re always looking for new friends there!

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You exhaled deeply as you and Veracruz both collapsed down onto the bed in a sweaty mess. It was late into the night, and while you always enjoyed the multiple rounds the comandante had in him, it also exhausted you. You were sore and tired and spent… but you had never glowed more in your life than after a night with Veracruz.

And he secretly always looked forward to his time with you too…

Veracruz watched you in silence as you laid on your back with your eyes closed. Your lips parted as you sighed deeply and contently after he took your breath away. Your breasts rose and fell with your exhales. Without even trying, you captivated the comandante in a way no one else before ever had… or ever will. And Veracruz wracked his brain to figure out what it was about you that drew him closer and closer to you.

“Cariño,” he groaned as he pushed the thought out and inched closer to you until his lips ghosted your ear, “What are you doing this Friday night?”

Your eyes shot open; that was not a question you expected him to ask, “Nothing,” you replied as you turned to your side and faced him, “Why?”

Even in the dim light, you saw the piercing gaze Veracruz gave you as he stared back at you, “There is a formal gala at the base. All the commanders will be there to celebrate our successes...”

As he trailed off, you knew what he implied even if he didn’t outright say it. You knew how Veracruz worked, and you could read him better than anyone else. It meant a lot of your conversations went partly unspoken, with the true meanings behind his words unsaid. And normally you were fine with that; this was the comandante after all, feelings and expressing them were not in his repertoire. 

“That sounds nice,” perhaps you felt bold after the things you let him do to you, “Was there something you wanted to ask me, V?”

He pointed his gaze at you as he clenched his jaw. Veracruz swallowed hard, and for the first time in a long time you weren’t sure what to make of his look. Did you push too far and make him angry? Or was he turned on by your boldness?

“You know what I want,” was all he decided to say.

But today, you wanted more. So you pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. The sudden action caught the comandante off guard; something only you were able to do and get away with. Your naked body sat right on his lower stomach as your hands roamed across his chest.

“Ask me,” you purred as you raked your nails across his pecs.

“You’ve gotten bold, cariño,” Veracruz smirked darkly. He was about to continue when you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, barely grazing his cock with your ass as you rubbed your pussy against his skin. He hissed as his hands gripped onto your hips, but he made no attempt to push you off or tell you to stop.

“You like it,” you murmured in a low tone as you leaned forward, your hands gripping handfuls of his pecs while you supported yourself over him.

It was brief, but you caught it: the flash of lust and desire behind those dark eyes. And the way his cock involuntarily twitched against your body gave you all the answer you needed. But, Veracruz was right about one thing: you were feeling bold. So, you kept teasing him until he finally answered you with his words.

“Will you accompany me to the gala, cariño?” Veracruz’s voice was strained as he fought to keep his composure. The truth was that you were his ultimate weakness, and you had a power over him that no one else could ever hope to have. 

“I would love to, Comandante,” you smiled against him. 

For a moment, neither of you moved. Too lost in the eyes of the other, time stood still for you and Veracruz. Not even a breath escaped either of your lips, not even a blink or a single muscle moved between your bodies. It was as if the rest of the world faded away, and all that existed was the two of you. It’s how it always felt when you were together; just the two of you against the world.

But just as the moment started, Veracruz growled and narrowed his eyes as he brought himself back into the present moment. He tightened his grip on you and in a flash and surprising feat of strength, he flipped you over so that you were on your back once more. He let out another low groan as you yelped in surprise and looked up at him.

“Now, cariño,” he bucked his hips against yours as he pinned you down onto the bed, “We need to discuss his boldness of yours.” 

You couldn’t help the giggle as Veracruz attached his lips to your neck and sucked hard while he rocked his cock along your folds. But you wrapped your arms and legs around him and welcomed the consequences for your boldness… 

*

“Cariño, are you ready to leave?” Veracruz called out from his living room. He had a car waiting outside to take you and he peeked out the window as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit.

Veracruz was dressed in his more formal fatigues, which greatly resembled a deep blue tuxedo. His lapels were adored with the various medals and badges he had earned over the years. Underneath, he wore a white button down shirt and a tie. Veracruz hated ties. But he knew of a good use for his later on…

“I’m ready,” you appeared in the doorway, leaning against it to slip on your shoes.

Veracruz’s back was to you, and when he turned around he was completely taken aback by your appearance. He froze in his spot for a moment as he scanned your figure. You were dressed in a simple but stunning gown that fit you perfectly. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had styled yourself beautifully. Veracruz swallowed hard to hide his reaction, but he couldn’t find it in him to tear his eyes away from you.

Although he hid it well, you still caught the quick flash of shock when Veracruz first saw you. Even his way of hiding his emotions made your skin burn, since you knew what his subtle looks and stiffening of his shoulders meant. And even from the doorway, you saw the way his jaw clenched and his eyes burned as he looked at you.

“Do I look ok, V?” you asked in a hushed tone, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze. He never looked at you quite like that before, and although you enjoyed it, you weren’t completely sure what to make of it.

Veracruz crossed the room as wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, “You look exquisite, cariño,” his voice was so low and so soft that you wouldn’t have made out his words had he not been so close to you. 

And you knew what he left unspoken: I cannot wait to take this dress off of you later…

*

The gala itself wasn’t nearly as exciting as you had imagined it to be. Mostly, it was the higher ranking officers bragging about their conquests and accomplishments while their dates hung on their arms as decoration. The lower ranking officers mostly gathered together and told stories of their own, full of excitement and embellished details. You stayed loyally at your comandante’s side while others congratulated him for his recent achievements. In the background, a band played music while some danced along to it.

For the most part, you stayed on the outskirts of the dance floor with Veracruz. You watched as some couples took to the center of the space and danced together while he spoke to his colleagues. While you knew that a romantic and affectionate relationship wasn’t part of the deal with Veracruz, there were times you longed for it. Sometimes you wished he would kiss you in public or vocalize how he really felt about you.

Usually you were fine with the way things were with Veracruz. You felt safe and protected, and you knew that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. And you couldn’t deny that the sex was mind blowing. But you did have moments of weakness where you longed for some romance, for some softness.

“Cariño…”

Veracruz’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you gasped as you looked back at your comandante, “Yeah?” you cleared your throat and hoped that no one noticed you were staring at the strangers on the dance floor.

“Something on your mind?” he asked in a low voice as he leaned in close so that no one else could hear. The comandante knew you just as well as you knew him. And although he was in denial of how deep his feelings truly ran, he knew when something was wrong or when something bothered you.

You couldn’t help but glance back at the waltzing couples on the dance floor for a moment, “I’m fine,” you hoped you sounded convincing.

Veracruz, of course, caught the motion and he followed your gaze to the swaying bodies in the middle of the room. It wouldn’t be the first time you had asked him to dance with you, and Veracruz had to admit he enjoyed it when you were so close to him like that. To be able to hold you and show the others that you were his was something he couldn’t complain about.

He turned his gaze back to you and he wasn’t sure what to make of the look in your eyes. You were happy to be there with him, yes, but there seemed to be something unspoken there as well. It was like you had something you desperately wanted to say, but weren’t sure how to voice it. So much of your relationship went unspoken that at times both of you had trouble finding the words you needed.

As Veracruz looked into your eyes, he too found himself at a loss for words. His eyes dropped down to your lips, perfectly painted in a color that suited you so well. Briefly, he wondered what he would think if you used your lipstick and marked his skin with it, much like he liked to mark yours. Or what if he just kissed you right then and there in front of everyone?

Just as Veracuz opened his mouth to finally say something, a voice interrupted. The comandante grumbled as his face scrunched and you let out a disappointed sigh.

“Sir?” a young man you recognized from Veracruz’s squadron came up behind him, “They’re asking for you over there.”

Veracruz exhaled deeply, “Tell them I will be right over,” he told the young man before he turned back to you, “I will not be long, cariño,” he leaned in as if he was about to kiss you but stopped himself before his lips touched yours, “Wait for me, then perhaps I will treat you to a dance,” he flashed a smirk on his face before he touched your chin with his fingers and pulled away from you.

“I’ll hold you to it, comandante,” your face lit up in a bright smile, “I’ll get us drinks in the meantime. Meet me back by the bar?”

“Good,” Veracruz was back to his usual self, “I may need a drink after these idiots.”

With that, the comandante turned and left. You watched him walk away for several moments before you turned in the opposite direction and headed for the bar. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else there so you ordered drinks for the two of you and waited for the bartender. He made your drinks in no time and you took them over to a nearby standing table and watched the crowd as you waited for your comandante to return to you.

But you weren’t waiting alone for long when a voice chimed in from behind you, “Hello miss.”

You turned around and were met with an older man. He was tall and had greys all in his hair. His uniform was adorned with more medals than you had ever seen, which told you he was high ranking. He was handsome enough, but something about his crooked smile made you shiver in your gown.

“Hello,” you replied out of politeness.

“I haven’t seen you around before. And I would remember a face as pretty as yours. What is your name?” The man made himself comfortable beside you despite your guarded body language.

You replied with your name as you turned yourself away from him and cradled your drink in your hand on the table, “I’m here with Comandante Veracruz,” you added in hopes it would intimidate him enough to leave you alone.

“Oh you’re the famous ‘cariño!’” he exclaimed, “I’m General Perez,” he extended his hand to you which you reluctantly took, “I’ve heard so much about you from the Comandante’s men. My, your hands are soft!”

“Thank you,” you tried to pull your hand back but he only tightened his grip on you. 

The General pulled you closer and placed his free hand on your waist, “You’re even more pretty than I thought too,” his voice was low and sent a chill down your spine.

You let out a short nervous laugh as you tried to push him away, but he only tightened his grip on you, “Señor please…”

“‘Please’ what?” General Perez only seemed more and more amused the more uncomfortable you were. He was definitely a man who was used to getting whatever he wanted.

“Perdoname,” a sharp voice cut in between you before you could answer.

Both of you looked over and saw Comandante Veracruz had returned to you, and he did not look happy with what he came back to. You let out a sigh of relief the moment you saw him, but the General still did not let you go. 

You looked at Veracruz with a worried expression as you tried to pry yourself free. If this were anyone else, he would have ripped you out of his arms and shoved him to the floor. But, being the superior, Veracruz’s hands were tied. And it filled him with boiling hot rage.

Perez smirked with satisfaction; he knew he got under the comandante’s skin, “I was just keeping your girl company,” he said nonchalantly as he finally released you, “A beautiful doll like that should not be left unattended.”

You immediately stepped into Veracruz’s space and welcomed his embrace. It was one-armed, but you still felt the tension in his grip as he blocked you from the General with his own body.

“Thank you, General Perez,” he spat insincerely through gritted teeth. The tension between the two men was so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Instantly, you could tell there was history there, and not a good one at that, but you were too caught in the moment to dwell on it. 

“Enjoy the party,” he gave you one last look before he turned and walked away smugly.

When the General finally left you two alone, Veracruz seemed to explode from the tension that quickly built up within him, “Are you alright, cariño?” he grabbed onto your arms and he waited for you to look into his eyes.

“I’m fine,” you sounded like you weren’t completely in your body, still in shock at the boldness of Veracruz’s superior, “I’m sorry, V. I tried…”

“Hush, cariño,” he interrupted you. He paused as he stared into your eyes and it looked like there was more he wanted to say. Instead, all Veracruz added was, “Come with me.”

He took you by your hand and led you through the crowd, ignoring anyone who tried to start a conversation with him. A snarl and a glare adorned his face as he pushed through people with you in tow. Your heart pounded in your chest as you got a vague idea of what the comandante had planned when you saw the coat closet in front of you. 

Suddenly you didn’t give a shit about dancing with him.

“Inside,” he growled as he guided you through the open door and followed right behind you. The moment he was through the threshold, Veracruz slammed the door shut and locked it. 

“V…”

You couldn’t get more than one syllable out before his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss. You moaned into Veracruz’s mouth as you clung to his jacket while his large hands cupped your face and his tongue tangled with yours. He devoured you desperately as he backed you up against the wall.

A gasp escaped your lips the moment you collided with the wall, but Veracruz never loosened his grip on you. You knew he would always hold you and keep you secure. You knew you were safe in his arms. But the sentimental thought quickly vanished from your mind when Veracruz slid one of his legs in between yours and rocked his thigh back and forth against your pussy.

“Fuck,” you breathed in between kisses as you slowly but purposefully rode his thigh. Even that small bit of friction from him was enough to get you worked up and needy for more.

“You’re mine,” Veracruz growled, “Only mine,” he bit down on your earlobe before he trailed a line of bites down your neck.

A rush of heat ran through you as your pussy clenched around nothing, “Yours,” you echoed as you rocked your hips against him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

With a grunt of approval, Veracruz quickly retracted his leg and spun you around in one swift movement. With a gasp, you suddenly found yourself facing the wall, your hands automatically came out in front of you to support yourself. Veracruz’s hands, however, roamed up and down your body as he savored the feeling of you against him.

“V…” you moaned as you dropped your head back and bucked your ass against him. You let out a whimper when you felt how hard he was already.

Veracruz groaned your name as he pulled your dress up enough so that he could feel your bare skin against his hands. You hissed as you balled up your fists when you felt the rough pads of his fingers graze your thigh. With one arm securely on your waist, Veracruz ran his other hand across your legs and lower stomach, teasing the line of your panties along the way.

“Please,” you whispered as you leaned back against him.

A low chuckle reverberated from the comandante’s chest as he dipped his hand under your panties and made contact with your folds, “Wet already, cariño?” he asked with amusement.

“Only for you,” you quipped back with a smirk as you felt light headed just from a simple touch.

“Good,” he growled as he dove two fingers inside you.

The scream you let out echoed in the small room, but neither of you cared. In fact, Veracruz wanted the others to hear you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. From the moment he saw you in your dress, he wondered how long he would last before he pulled you somewhere and fucked you in it. 

He had to admit, he lasted longer than he thought he would. 

You trembled in his grip as he filled you with his fingers over and over again. And every time Veracruz fully buried his digits inside you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, giving you even more stimulation. He groaned as he bucked his hips against you, rubbing his hardened length against your ass. And every time you clenched your inner muscles around his fingers, he felt his cock twitch against you. 

“Oh fuck… V… I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, cariño,” he purred into your ear as he picked up his pace, fucking you harder with his fingers, “As long as you’re loud.”

You gave Veracruz exactly what he wanted as you came hard with a loud moan of his name. You threw your head back and let the sounds of your ecstasy spill freely from your lips. Your mind swam as you shook in his arms while you rode out your climax on his thick fingers. And Veracruz was more than pleased with the show you put on for him and only him.

Veracruz quickly pulled his fingers out of you and cupped your face with the hand that was just inside you. He turned your face toward him so that he could kiss you again, and the smell of you on his fingers right by his nose only drove him more wild.

Filled with a newfound desperation, Veracruz tugged at your dress again and pulled it up more. With a growl, he ripped your panties apart completely, and you were in too much of a daze from your climax already to even care. All you cared about was him.

Once Veracruz had you exposed to him, he reached down and freed his cock as quickly as he could. Your body still trembled, but you stayed right where he placed you as you waited for his next move. And you didn’t have to wait long as you felt the tip of his cock against your cunt.

“Cariño…” he groaned as he thrust into you in one swift motion.

Again, you let out a loud scream as he filled you completely, his cock buried to the hilt inside you. Your arms shook as you fought to keep yourself up against the wall.

Overtaken with desire and need, Veracruz pounded into you hard and fast right away. He held onto your hips to keep you steady as he filled you over and over again and savored both the feel of your tight pussy around him and the sounds you made for him. 

“V…” you sounded dazed as your eyes glazed over from the feriosity in which he pounded into you and made you feel so good, “They’ll hear…” Somehow you mustered the brainpower to remember that you were still at a formal event. And a formal event for Veracruz’s military at that.

Veracruz growled as he pulled you up so that your back was flush against his chest and held you tighter, “Let them.”

He snapped his hips against yours over and over again in a ruthless pace while you screamed helplessly against him. You tried to keep yourself up, but with every thrust of his cock, your head spun and your body felt lighter as if you would float away if Veracruz let you go. He would never let you go, though. He would hold you close and pound into you as long as you would allow him.

Vaguely, you heard movement and faint voices on the other side of the door, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Veracruz’s eyes briefly looked away from your figure and glanced at the door, but it was only to make sure no one opened it. He wanted others to hear what he was doing; it was another way he claimed his territory over you. But he would be damned if anyone but him saw you lost in your bliss. That was a privilege for him and him alone.

He bucked his hips into you and filled you to the brim with his length before he stilled himself for a moment. Whimpers escaped your lips as you took heavy breaths while you could as Veracruz listened to the noises on the other side of the door. He wrapped an arm around your chest and took a handful of your breast with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your hip to keep you in place. Not that you wanted to go anywhere when the comandate kept his cock fully inside you.

When the footsteps finally retreated after what felt like hours, Veracruz resumed his fast and hard pace without warning. You let out a loud cry of pleasure as tears filled your eyes and you felt the familiar warmth of your approaching climax right away. 

“V… I’m…” was all you were able to get out before your second orgasm of the night washed over you.

Veracruz kept up his pace and fucked you through your climax as you clenched around him and screamed in pleasure. Your entire body shook against his as your release dripped down your legs. A shiver ran up Veracruz’s spine when he felt the wetness hit his exposed skin, and with a low growl of your name he too came apart.

He pumped himself into you and filled you up so well, just like he always did. You whined as you felt like you might burst if he tried to come inside you again. But you would welcome it; you welcomed almost anything the comandate had for you and you trusted him with your body more than anyone else before.

When you were both fully spent, Veracruz leaned forward, taking you with him. With a heavy huff, you both partially collapsed against the door in a sweaty mess. Veracruz’s cock stayed inside you for a moment; neither of you had the energy to move when the position you were in was not the most comfortable. But after several long moments and deep beats, you groaned in pain.

“Hold on, cariño,” Veracruz noticed your change in demeanor right away and slowly pulled out of you. When you let out a soft whimper, he cradled your face with one hand and turned you so that you faced him. Exhausted from the exertion, Veracruz still made sure his priority was you and that you were alright.

You blinked a few times before you met his gaze and the two of you stayed in your stillness for some time. This was a moment you and the Comandante shared time and time again, and it was a moment that never needed words. It wasn’t until you swallowed hard and gave him a nod that Veracruz let go of your face and helped you fix your dress. Both of you were silent as you made yourselves more presentable.

“Ready to head back to the party?” you broke the silence with a joke.

The comandante only smirked and couldn’t resist leaving one last bite mark on your neck before he unlocked the door.

*

A few weeks passed before Veracruz saw General Perez again, and when he did, he was immediately reminded of the events at the gala. Just one glance through the window of the General’s office brought back all the rage that Veracruz had tried to bury. Without a second thought, he stormed into his office and slammed the door shut.

“Comandante?” Perez exclaimed as he stood up from his desk, “What are you…”

“You listen here, General,” Veracruz’s voice was low and threatening, “Do not come near her ever again or else we will have problems. Do you understand?” 

“You forget your place, Comandante,” he snapped back before he gathered himself, took a deep breath and held his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” his voice was calmer, “I overstepped. Forgive me?” There was an insincereness in his eyes and in his voice as he spoke. 

Of course Veracruz didn’t forgive him, but that would have to do for now. He slammed his fist down on the desk once for good measure before he spun around and left with a huff.

The General watched him leave before he gingerly sat back down at his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. “Agent Smith,” he greeted the voice on the other end of the line, “I know where the Comandante will be stationed, and I know what makes him vulnerable...” 

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More notes: While I didn’t specify what the dress Cariño wore looks like, I personally pictured something like the pics below (in case y’all were curious what I had in my head). But definitely let me know what you were picturing too cause I’m curious!

Either this, simple with a high slit and a touch of bling

Or this, but in black (I definitly pictured her in black with a slit dress lol)

[flightlessangelwings]

Baila Conmigo

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader “Cariño” (no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), semi public sex, jealous!Veracruz, possessiveness, protectiveness, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mirror sex

Notes: This came from my Veracruz anon about V getting jealous over Cariño’s ex popping up and I loved the idea so much that I ran with it! And I’m so happy with how it turned out so I hope y’all enjoy this too!! Let me know what you think and reblogs are always super appreciated!! Thank you all for your ongoing support for my works, especially for this series! It means so much to me!💖

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Music pulsed through the club as you danced without a care in the world. Sweaty bodies bumped into you on either side, but it didn’t bother you. You were too lost in the music and your own rhythm to care. You even ignored the eyes and advances from some of the men who tried to approach you, and it wasn’t just because of the watchful eyes that never left your figure from the shadowy end of the club.

Veracruz watched you with a gaze that could melt metal. He begrudgingly went along with you to the club after you begged him to take you out dancing. The comandante didn’t dance, however, but he thoroughly relished the sight of you on the dance floor. 

“Are you sure you won’t dance with me, V?” You gave him your best pleading eyes, although you knew once he stood his ground there was no moving him. You could dream though. 

The comandante held your chin as he forced you to look into his eyes, “You know I do not dance, cariño,” his voice was low as he spoke, “But I certainly shall enjoy watching you.”

And he definitely enjoyed watching you. The way your hips swayed to the music reminded him of the way you liked to tease him before he pounded into you. And the way you lost yourself in the music like you almost forgot you were out in public was something Veracruz found secretly very sexy.

He made a mental note to keep that image of you in mind for when he took you back home later.

Your eyes caught his own from across the dance floor and your face lit up. Suddenly, the music around you and the glittering lights that illuminated your figure didn’t matter anymore and you made your way over to your comandante. “Hey V,” you sounded out of breath as you spoke.

“Enjoying yourself cariño?” he leaned in and nosed the shell of your ear.

“Very much,” you fought back a giggle as his nose tickled your skin, “Thank you for indulging me tonight,” your voice dropped as you turned to face Veracruz with a sly grin that mirrored his own, “I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” you placed a teasing kiss to the tip of his nose before you pulled away, “But right now I need a water.”

You left the comandante hanging with a rare dumbfounded look on his face as you walked over to the bar and flagged down the bartender. You knew that you would definitely pay for that later, but there were times that you couldn’t help but tease him like that. A quick glance over your shoulder at him confirmed that. But you temporarily calmed him when you blew a kiss his way before you turned back to the bartender and took a long sip of water.

Veracruz cursed under his breath as his shoulders dropped in a deep exhale. You were the only one who could get away with an act like that, and he knew you figured that fact out. What you hadn’t figured out fully, however, was just how much Veracruz secretly liked those times where you teased him or took control temporarily.

Just as you were about to head back to your comandante, your name in a man’s low voice called your attention. A tall man strode up to you with confidence and an uneven smile. You immediately tensed, which set Veracruz on edge as he watched from the distance. His feet moved before he even realized it as he quickly made a beeline to you. He felt blinded by anger as he pushed through the people who lingered by the bar to get to you.

The man repeated your name again, “I thought that was you on the dance floor!” he opened his arms as if he wanted to hug you, “You look just as sexy as ever, princesa.”

His arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t return the embrace and kept your body tense. You grumbled at the nickname he used for you and tilted your body away from him. Just as you were about to push him away, someone else beat you to it and the man found himself violently ripped away from you.

“V…” you breathed as you visibly relaxed as he stood at your side and faced the other man.

“Is there something I can help you with, señor?” Veracruz sounded angry as he balled his hands into fists.

Not wanting to start a brawl in the club, you grabbed onto Veracruz’s arm and interrupted, “It’s ok,” you tried to diffuse the situation, “This is my ex boyfriend Tomás.”

That did not help in calming the comandante’s anger at all. In fact, it made him even more irate as he looked this man up and down as if he assessed how to quickly tackle him to the ground. The longer Veracruz looked at Tomás, the more this feeling of agitation grew within him, especially when he thought about how he had his arms around you. Veracruz didn’t even want to dwell on where else his hands had been before or the fact that he had the privilege of seeing you lost in ecstasy…

But, instead of lashing out, Veracruz took a deep breath and gave Tomás a condescending smirk, “Ex you say, cariño?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, “He doesn’t look like a man worthy of you. I doubt he could handle you the way you were meant to be,” he turned to you, “Tell me cariño, has he ever made you scream when you cum? Did he even make you cum at all?”

The cold smile on Veracruz’s face was almost worse than the twisted look of rage as he stared your ex down.

You tried to hide the look of shock on your face as Tomás’ mouth dropped open. He quickly recovered, though, and took a shot at Veracruz back, “And you can?” Tomás turned to you with a look that made your skin crawl, “Come on princesa, who fucked you better? Me or him?”

Veracruz interrupted before you could even answer, “I do,” he trembled with rage as he took your hint and held himself back, “And she does not like to be called ‘princesa.’” he ushered you away from your ex without another word to him, “Come on cariño.” 

The comandante guided you through the space, and for a moment you wondered why he weaved through the crowded dance floor. Did he plan to finally dance with you to one up your ex? Your pulse quickened at the thought of Veracruz’s body against yours in the middle of the crowd, his arms wrapped around you and his nose nuzzled against your neck. You swallowed hard as you imagined the way he would grind his body against yours as you swayed your hips against his in a matching rhythm.

But the dance floor was not Veracruz’s destination, and he pushed past the crowd to the small bathroom in the back. That was when you realized what he actually planned on doing with you. As if he read your thoughts, the comandante leaned in as you both reached the shadowy part of the space and whispered, “I will dance with you now. Baila conmigo, cariño.”

He nudged you into the cramped bathroom first before he followed behind and locked the door behind him. It was a small space, only meant to fit one person at a time, but you were grateful it appeared clean at least. And as the comandante surveyed the room, he formed a plan and with a snarl on his face, he slid his jacket off and placed it on the counter.

You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as you pressed your body against his and he held your hips with his large hands. A fire burned behind his eyes as he closed the gap between your faces and captured your lips in a heated kiss. You melted into his embrace as your lips eagerly parted for him. 

In a whirlwind, you suddenly found yourself spun around with your ass against the counter as Veracruz’s hands quickly stripped you of your outfit. You felt as if you could burst at any moment from how hot you burned and the thrill of what was about to happen made your skin tingle.

“V…” you sighed as you hopped back onto the counter, your bare ass on his jacket. 

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he soaked in the sight of you as if it was the first time he was seeing it. Your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths, and Veracruz swallowed hard when his eyes trailed down your body to your parted legs. Even in the low light of the bathroom, your pussy practically glistened from how turned on you were already, and the comandante couldn’t resist you.

With a mumbled praise, he dropped to his knees and dove in between your legs. You let out a loud cry, but neither of you cared if you were heard as Veracruz swirled his tongue along your folds and devoured you like you were a drink of water after a long hot day. The sounds he made were almost as obscene as your moans as he slurped and sucked hard on your clit in between the flicks of his tongue, and it drove you absolutely wild.

Your hands clenched hard on the counter and your upper body fell back against the mirror as you surrendered yourself completely to him. With every time he swirled his tongue, every time he sucked hard, every time he nipped at your sensitive folds, you felt yourself inch closer and closer to your climax.

“V…” you moaned as you moved one hand and tugged on his hair.

He groaned into you as he picked up his pace with his tongue, determined to make you gush into his mouth. Veracruz lost himself in how warm and delicious you were, but he also couldn’t push down the thought of another man in his position. It made the rage boil over within him to think that anyone else ever gave you pleasure… that anyone else ever tasted you. 

You were his and his alone.

Veracruz was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed your orgasm, and it wasn’t until you tugged hard on his hair that he was brought back to the present. Your loud scream and the way your legs trembled on either side of his head only encouraged him more. One climax wasn’t enough for him, and he didn’t let up until you came again with a soft whimper.

“V… V…” you pleaded as you pulled on his hair harder as you signaled for him to stop. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as you let out a deep breath when he finally pulled away from your pussy.

The comandante stayed on his knees before you for a moment, and the two of you locked gazes. Time seemed to stop then, and even the low beat of the music from the other side of the door seemed to pause as you both got lost in each other’s eyes. Veracruz’s lips shone with your juices, and the look in his eyes was unlike anything else you had seen before. 

On his knees like this, he resembled a panther ready to pounce. Everything about his posture looked ready to attack at any given moment, but only you noticed the hint of something else in his eyes. You knew that he would always use his fierceness to protect you, and that inferno burned just for you. But there was something different about Veracruz’s behavior when it came to Tomás.

And that was when it finally hit you: the comandante was jealous of your ex.

“Fuck me, V,” your voice sounded surprisingly strong and confident for how worn out you were. Already tired from dancing, the two orgasms Veracruz pulled from you nearly made you collapse on the counter, but still you wanted more. You wanted him. You needed him.

A wicked grin lit up Veracruz’s face, “With pleasure, cariño.”

He rushed to his feet, slid you off of the counter and crashed his lips into yours once more. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue, but Veracruz didn’t allow you to savor it for long. He spun you around so that you faced the mirror, and while you braced yourself, he quickly pulled his hardened cock from his pants.

“Do not look away, cariño,” he ordered as he poked the tip of his cock at your entrance.

Your mouth dropped open, and you fought to keep your eyes locked on his in the mirror as he slid into you. A silent scream escaped your throat as you felt him stretch you out inch by inch. Large, warm hands kept your body still as he rocked in and out of you in a rhythm that matched the music that blared from the dance floor. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… V…” you cried out in ecstasy as he pounded into you. 

Veracruz growled as he yanked you back so that you were flush against his chest. He held you tightly as he bit hard into your neck and his thrusts became erratic when you screamed loudly. Flesh slapped against flesh as he filled you over and over again. The way your warmth wrapped around him was like a drug that the comandante never wanted to quit. No, you were his.

“Cum again for me cariño. Cum now,” he growled into your ear as he fucked you even harder, “Let me feel how you cum on my cock.”

Your mind turned to mush and you couldn’t form any words as your entire body trembled. With a scream that bounced off the walls, you came hard on Veracruz’s cock. Your inner muscles squeezed him hard, and if it weren’t for his strong grip on your body, you would have fallen down to the floor. But the comandante would never let that happen, and he pounded into you with a furious pace until his own orgasm took him over and he came deep inside you.

Both of you slumped forward in exhaustion. Veracruz kept his hands around you and held you close while his cock remained buried inside you. You felt the comfort of his body over yours as you both leaned forward against the counter. Neither of you bothered to move, even though both your legs screamed at you to just lay down.

Heavy breaths filled the room as your two sweaty bodies remained stuck together. The only other sound came from the music that blared from the club. The crowd that danced to the beats remained blissfully unaware of what just happened in the tiny bathroom, thought you were sure you and Veracruz weren’t the first to fuck in that bathroom and you wouldn’t be the last.

A short, stifled laugh escaped your lips as you let out a deep breath.

Veracruz heard it, though, and asked, “What is on your mind, cariño?” 

“I was just thinking that you were right,” you spoke softly, “You do fuck me better, V. Better than anyone,” you paused for a breath, “And you know I was going to say that out there too, right?”

This time it was his turn to let out a short laugh, and the squeeze he gave you told you that he was amused by your comment. He didn’t acknowledge your last question but you didn’t need him to. “I am not finished with you just yet, cariño. But I want to take you back home before I fuck you again,” his voice was low as he whispered his filthy promises in your ear.

“Then what are you waiting for?” you replied, and you felt his cock twitch inside you at your words. The heated exchange was his way of answering your question, and Veracruz knew you understood that.

With a groan, Veracruz finally pulled out of you and the two of you dressed just as quickly as he undressed you. Instead of putting his jacket back on, however, Veracruz draped it over your shoulders before he placed a hand on the small of your back and led you out of the bathroom. The music hit you both the moment the door opened, and he quickly ushered you toward the front door. 

But, just as you both stepped outside, Veracruz stopped and leaned in close, “Go to my car and wait there. I will be out in a moment.”

You gave him a questioning look, but decided not to push the subject and you did as you were told. Veracruz watched you get into his car before he turned back and went into the club once more. He scanned the crowd until he found his target and with a dark grin, he strode over with confidence.

Tomás was still at the bar, and he appeared to be watching the crowd very closely. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t even notice when the comandante snuck up on him until the two men were face to face. Tomás jumped in surprise, but Veraruz kept his composure with a look of a hunter about to kill its prey.

“Glad to see you are still here, señor,” Veracruz’s voice was like venom as he leaned in close, “I have a matter to discuss with you.”

Tomás scoffed, “What could I possibly want to discuss with you? I have nothing to say to y…”

His words were cut off when he suddenly felt the cold, hard barrel of a gun pushed against his gut. Veracruz leaned forward in a way that hid his weapon to everyone but his target, and once he saw the fear in the man’s eyes he smirked in satisfaction. “If I ever see you near her again you will not walk away unscathed,” he pushed the gun harder into Tomás’ stomach as he made sure to get his point across, “I am not afraid to kill for her,” he let out a bitter laugh, “I have done it before. You understand, my friend?”

Tomás swallowed hard and nodded.

“Good. Then we are done here,” Veracruz broke away just as quickly as he lashed out and before your ex could even form a response, he was gone. Quickly, Veracruz made his way to his car where you patiently waited for him and slid into the driver's side.

“Everything ok, V?” you asked.

Veracruz turned to you, “Perfect, cariño,” he paused as his eyes studied your face with fresh fire in his eyes, “Now I have some promises to keep.” 

[flightlessangelwings]

Strength in Vulnerability

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), sex toys, double penetration, anal sex, restraints, safeword use, aftercare, the start of V catching feelings!

Notes: This an idea I’ve had in my head for a while and I never got around to it until now but I’m so happy with this one cause it shows the beginnings of V’s walls coming down around cariño. As always, this fic can be read as a standalone but read in the unofficial series, I place it after Something More, so it’s a little earlier in the series. Feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“Come here cariño,” Veracruz purred in your ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

A shiver of anticipation ran up your spine as you let the comandante lead you into his apartment. You knew him well enough that “surprise” meant you were in for something exciting and that whatever he put you through was well worth the usually many orgasms by the end. He was a man unlike anyone else you had been with, and he had a way with you unlike anyone else. As rough as he got with you, Veracruz always took care of you and you always felt safe in his hands.

When you crossed the threshold into his bedroom, you saw your surprise: a large clear dildo, a bottle of lube and a pair of handcuffs. You let out a whimper without a second thought before your breath caught in your throat. Beside you, Veracruz chuckled darkly.

“Here is what is going to happen, cariño,” his hands ran up and down your body as he gently stripped you of your clothes while he spoke, “I am going to fuck your pussy with this dildo here,” Veracruz’s voice dropped as he thought about how delicious your pussy lips would look wrapped around the clear toy, “And while that’s inside you, I’m going to fuck your tight little ass.”

You gasped as you met his eyes. This was new territory for you, and it was something completely unexpected. But, that explained the bottle of lube on the bed as well since you usually didn’t need it with how worked up Veracruz got you before he fucked you.

“Does that sound good, cariño?” Veracruz asked with a fire in his eyes.

The comandante made sure that you had a word that was always in play that stopped everything if you ever needed it. From the first time you slept with him, he whispered it in your ear with the promise that if you used it, everything stopped then and there with no questions asked. Until now, you hadn’t needed it.

“I need to hear you,” he ran a hand up the front of your body and used his finger to tilt your chin to meet his gaze.

“Yes, V,” you whispered. 

Veracruz took your lips with his own in a deep kiss, and he swallowed the moan you let out. His hand moved to rest on your neck while the other held your hip tightly. Just as his tongue tasted yours, he growled into your mouth while he shuffled your body closer to the bed. You clung to him while he tore at the rest of your clothes; his slow tender movements were replaced by a feral need and the comandante couldn’t wait to get you bare for him once again.

You were an addiction that Veracruz didn’t mean to have. Yet, ever since the first time he fucked you, he found that he immediately wanted more of you. It was a secret thrill when he figured that your feelings reflected his own.

Once Veracruz stripped you of the last piece of clothing, he pushed you onto the bed and you landed on your stomach with a soft grunt. You clutched at the sheets as you writhed in anticipation and you felt the mattress dip between your legs when he knelt behind you and ran his hands up the length of your legs. A growl escaped Veracruz’s lips when he smacked your ass hard and you let out a cry of pleasure.

“On your knees, cariño,” the comandante ordered in a low tone, “Hands in front of you.”

“Yes, comandante,” you breathed as you did as you were told. Your legs trembled from the anticipation and you yelped softly when you felt the cool metal of the handcuffs against your skin. Of course Veracruz used his actual cuffs for you and not some cheap plastic ones from a shop.

With a click, he secreued your wrists to the headboard in front of you and you were rendered helpless against him. Veracruz gave them an experimental tug to make sure they were just tight enough to keep you in place but not tight enough to cut off circulation. The only marks he wanted to leave on you were the ones he purposefully placed himself.

“Comfortable?” Veracruz deadpanned as he shifted himself back behind you and caressed your ass. When all you answered was with a whimper, he gave your ass a smack, “I need your words, cariño.”

“Yes, V.” The two syllables were all you were able to form in your lusty haze.

That was enough for him, though, and Veracruz rewarded you with a smack on your pussy. You cried out in pleasure as he smacked your pussy again and ran his fingers up and down your folds, “Always so wet and ready for me, cariño,” he groaned as he dipped two fingers into you. His cock strained in his pants as your warmth immediately engulfed his fingers and he felt you clench around them.

But just as quickly as his fingers entered you, Veracruz pulled them out. Before you even whimpered at the loss, he lined up the dildo at your entrance and slowly pushed it into you. Your head dropped down as you clutched tight to the headboard as the toy slowly stretched your pussy out.

Veracruz watched with a burning fire in his eyes as the dildo entered you inch by inch, and the clearness of the toy allowed him to really see your pussy lips around it. He growled as he pumped it in and out of you and watched in mesmerization at how it stretched you. Heat rose in the room as your moans echoed off the walls.

The comandante almost forgot about his down need as he watched the clear dildo inside you. He was addicted to seeing you on his cock, but the angle that a toy allowed him a different view, especially with a clear one. He swallowed hard as he pumped it in and out of you faster until your moans hit a high pitch and he knew you were close to your climax.

“You want to cum, cariño?” he growled through gritted teeth.

“Please, V…” you begged as you babbled incoherently. 

“Then cum,” he thrust the toy into your harder as he reached around and flicked at your clit with his finger.

That was all it took for your body to nearly explode from your orgasm. Your entire body trembled around the toy as you came with a loud scream and you fought to keep yourself up on all fours. Veracruz watched the scene with desire in his eyes as you came hard for him. He didn’t let up his pace until your moans turned to whimpers, and he slowed the pace of the dildo until it stilled inside you.

While you were distracted and in your blissed out state, Veracruz repositioned himself and grabbed the bottle of lube. Your heavy breaths filled the room as he coated his fingers generously and poked one at your ass.

Your breath hitched when you felt his finger at your other hole and Veracruz paused so that you had the opportunity to end this. When you said nothing, he grabbed the globe of your ass and squeezed it hard as he slowly pushed a finger into your asshole. You let out a loud scream as you felt fuller than you ever had before and you strained against the handcuffs.

“Relax, cariño,” the comandante told you in a hushed tone as he stilled his finger inside you. Your ass was even tighter than he imagined, and he swallowed hard as he fought to calm every nerve in his body.

When he felt you relax under his touch, Veracruz slowly pumped his finger in and out of your body a few times before he carefully added a second lube-coated finger. The cry you let out was a mix of pleasure and pain, and Veracruz kept his eye on your every reaction. He liked to push you to your limit, but never past them and he never wanted you in any more pain than you wanted.

But he also couldn’t ignore the strain of his cock as he rocked his fingers in and out of your ass while the clear dildo still stayed nestled in your pussy. The stretch of both of your holes was a sight unlike any other for Veracruz, and he found that he wanted to take you now more than ever. But, he refused to give in until he was sure you were fully ready, so he carefully added a third finger into your ass and again you cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Your muscles clenched hard around his fingers, and Veracruz took hold of the dildo with his other hand and pumped it in and out of you a few times in tandem with his fingers. It was agony and bliss all at once, and it was a sensation that you weren’t expecting.

“V… Please… Need you…” you begged as you suddenly craved the feeling of being filled by his cock and the dildo at the same time.

Veracruz swallowed hard as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your ass. You whined at the loss, but he pumped the dildo a few times as a reminder that you were still very much filled. He watched the muscles of your ass clench around nothing as he quickly stripped himself and coated his cock in a generous amount of lube.

“Breathe cariño,” he told you as he got up on his knees behind you and lined his cock up with your ass.

You did as you were told as best you could and took several deep breaths. Veracruz’s hand on your hip was a comfort as he slowly and carefully pushed himself into your ass and you screamed when you felt his cock push past the first ring of muscle. It was a stretch unlike anything you had ever experienced before, and with the dildo still in your pussy, it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Veracruz kept an astounding amount of control with how you cried out, and he held onto your hip with one hand while the other wrapped around you and played with your clit. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled your ass, and he pushed at the dildo when he finally bottomed out inside you. Your cries and whimpers filled the room as he filled himself inside you and fiddled with your clit to give you a sense of comfort.

He knew how much this pushed the limit with you, and Veracruz stayed completely still inside you as your tight ass nearly choked his dick. It was almost as overwhelming for him to have you like this, and he knew that the amount of trust on your part this took was not to be taken lightly. Veracruz flicked at your clit with his finger while he gave your ass another firm squeeze as he glanced at your face.

Your mouth dropped open as your eyes stayed shut and your arms remained pinned against the headboard, still helpless against him. He felt the way your entire body shook as he filled you more than you had ever been filled before. For what felt like hours, Veracruz kept himself still in your ass while he waited for you to adjust to him. It was the one time he allowed you to make the next call.

“V…”

“Tell me, cariño,” he purred, “What do you need?”

“Move,” was all you managed to croak out. Even in your haze, you understood that he wanted your verbal confirmation before he fucked you properly.

Veracruz let out a low growl as he slowly pulled out a few inches and thrust back into your ass. You strained against the cuffs as you cried out. Every time he thrust into you again, you felt the dildo push against your pussy, and combined with his finger on your clit, it was overstimulating unlike anything else. 

With each thrust, Veracruz moved harder and faster as he slowly built up his speed. His groans and growls were drowned out by your moans and cries until he had you screaming again. You trampled as you strained against the handcuffs and you had never felt fuller in your entire life. While Veracruz fucked your ass and the dildo rocked against your pussy, it was too much in the best way possible.

Until it wasn’t.

Something snapped within you and your moans suddenly turned to tears as you clutched at the headboard. What were once moans of pleasure quickly turned into cries of true pain and what was overwhelming in the way you liked it suddenly didn’t bring you pleasure anymore. Veracruz continued to rock into you, unaware of your sudden change as he growled your name and leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back. The action drove his cock deeper into your ass, and that was the moment you snapped.

Through tears, you screamed the one word that stopped everything, and immediately Veracruz stopped his movements. He stilled himself inside you as he finally heard your sobs and he whispered your name as he moved his hands to your hips. The comandante snapped out of his own lustful haze and turned all of his attention to you when you needed him the most.

“Listen to me, cariño,” he watched until you made a sound that you heard him before he told you exactly what he would do next, “I’m going to pull out, then I will release you. I need you to stay with me, do you understand?”

You managed a soft, “Mmhmm,” in between sobs.

Normally, Veracruz was silent while he took care of you after sex, but this was a special circumstance. He talked you through his every movement as he slowly pulled himself out of your ass. Veracruz even offered a rare reassurance in a whisper as he gently pulled the dildo out of your pussy next. Once you felt the toy leave your body, you collapsed down while your arms stayed pinned to the headboard.

The comandante quickly released your wrists and rolled you into your side as he wrapped his arms around you and held you while you sobbed. What started as something adventurous and exciting turned into fear and true pain, and that was something Veracruz would not stand for. Especially since it was you. He stroked your head while you cried into his chest until you had no more tears. The sound of his heartbeat paired with his protective arms around your body helped to calm you down and you felt yourself come back to Earth from wherever your mind shot off to.

With one final deep breath, you dried up your tears and you reached for the comandante and gave his arm a squeeze as a sign that you were ok. In return, Veracruz gave your body a squeeze in a wordless reassurance.

“I’m sorry, V,” your voice was hoarse and soft but you knew he heard you, “I didn’t mean to…”

“Do not apologize, cariño,” he cut you off, “I gave you my word that a single word from you stopped it all at any time. And I am a man of my word, am I not?”

You smiled softly against his skin, “You are, V.”

He gave you another squeeze, “Rest now.”

“Thank you V,” you whispered as you let the comforting sound of his heartbeat lull you off to sleep. Although he was a dangerous man to others, you always knew you were safe with him. And tonight he more than proved it.

What you were unaware of was the internal struggle within Veracruz’s mind as he listened to the sound of your heavy breaths. He knew it took a special kind of strength to be with him, and you proved over and over again that you had that strength within you. Even in your most vulnerable, you proved how strong you were, and Veracruz knew what the trust you placed in him was not to be taken lightly. It stirred feelings inside him that Veracruz didn’t even know he was capable of.

There was something about you that Comandante Veracruz wanted to protect, and that was something new for him. What started as just sex quickly turned into more, even though he was nowhere near ready to admit that yet. Until he was ready to, Veracruz made you a silent promise that he would always keep you safe no matter what, and that you had nothing to fear when you were in his arms. Veracruz would be strong for you, as he knew you were for him. 

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 31: Wild Card

Wild card: somnophilia

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, sex while one is asleep (consensual), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim

Notes: Wrapping up kinktober with my asshole husband Veracruz and some good old somnophilia! I’ve been so excited to share this one!! And the idea came to me so quickly too lol. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged my fics for this event! I hope y’all have enjoyed the month as much as I have, and I think it’s very appropriate for me to finish with V here!

If you’d like to stay up to date on when I post, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“I think that would be really hot, V.”

Your words echoed in the comandante’s head as he watched you sleep. It was weeks ago that you told him that you would enjoy it if he woke you up with sex, and he hadn’t acted on it yet. That first morning after you confessed to him, Veracruz savored the look of disappointment on your face when he didn’t immediately follow through with it. But it was the game he played with you, and you knew better than to bring it up.

Veracruz waited until he was sure you wouldn’t expect it to finally act, and now that he watched how delicious you looked asleep next to him, he couldn’t wait anymore. It made it easy for him that you were already nude after he thoroughly ravished you the night before. His eyes darkened with lust as he slowly pulled the sheet off your body and he swallowed hard as his eyes scanned your figure.

A deep sigh escaped your lips, but you stayed sound asleep and completely unaware of Veracruz’s plan. He moved carefully and purposefully so as to not wake you, like a panther about to pounce on his prey. The comandante shifted his weight down and slowly lifted one of your legs before he settled before you. He couldn’t help the low growl that he let out when he saw the marks on your inner thighs from the night before.

Veracruz leaned forward and hovered his lips over your pussy, and he felt the heat radiate from your body. He didn’t touch you too much since he didn’t want to wake you just yet, and just teased your pussy with his tongue at first. His touches were soft and light, just barely enough that you would have felt it had you been awake. You squirmed in your sleep under his teasing tongue, but you didn’t wake up, and Veracruz grinned wickedly into you.

Slowly, Veracruz licked up and down your folds, still conscious to keep his touches light for now. You let out soft whimpers as he teased you with his tongue in your sleep. He rolled your clit around a few times before he gently sucked at it, which made you moan louder in response. The comandante trailed his tongue down to your entrance and pushed into you. He groaned when he tasted a mix of your and his juices and he grabbed onto your hips harder.

You were so wet already, and you hadn’t even realized what the comandante was doing yet. It only fueled him on more, and Veracruz licked his way back up your folds to your clit. This time, he didn’t care about waking you and he sucked at the sensitive bundle of nerves hard. His hands moved to your thighs as he pinned them open and caressed your pussy with his tongue. It was a true test of wills for the comandante to be this soft, but he knew the prize at the end was well worth the self control.

With his rougher touches, you teetered between sleep and wake. You felt like your head was in a fog as your body reacted to Veracruz before your mind could. All you registered in your head was how good you felt, but you weren’t sure why. You moaned before you knew why as you blinked awake and you lost yourself to whatever was happening to you. As your moans got louder and louder, Veracruz knew you were waking up, and that was when he unleashed himself fully onto you.

Veracruz sucked hard at your clit, determined to make you fall apart at his touch before you fully woke up. He pushed your legs down onto the mattress when you tried to close them, and the more force he used on your legs, the harder he ate you out. When you let out a cry, he knew you were close, and Veracruz darted his tongue along your clit even harder.

Before you knew it, you felt the familiar tingle of your climax, and your hands locked onto Veracruz’s hair before your eyes fully opened. With a loud scream, you felt yourself cum before you felt like you were even back in your body. You gushed into his mouth as he lapped at your pussy, and he growled as you tugged harshly at his scalp.

But even as you rode out your orgasm from your sleep on his face, Veracruz didn’t stop. He kept you pinned to the bed as he continued to lavish you with his tongue until your legs shook again. He smirked in satisfaction as you moaned his name and came again in no time and again he greedily swallowed your juices. It wasn’t until you whimpered that he finally broke away from your cunt, and he looked down at you as his chin glistened with your climaxes.

Your eyes were still closed, but you breathed heavily. Veracruz watched with desire in his eyes as your chest rose and fell and your pussy dripped onto the sheets. Sleep still had a hand on you, even after two orgasms, and the comandante took full advantage of that. He pounced forward and covered your body with his own as he lined himself up at your entrance.

Again, Veracruz started slowly as he pushed into you and he savored all the noises you made that you weren’t even fully aware of. It wasn’t until he was fully inside you that your eyes shot open and your mind finally caught up to you. Just as you opened your mouth, Veracruz took your lips with his own in a heated kiss as he started to rock in and out of you.

You wrapped your arms around him as you woke up to this pleasurable and pleasant surprise. You moaned into his mouth as you felt him growl against you and it didn’t take long for Veracruz to pick up his pace.

Veracruz broke away from the kiss and sat up a bit to watch the faces you made while he fucked you awake. Your eyes were glazed over and your mouth hung open as moans and cries spilled out. His hands made their way back to your hips and the comandante held you tightly as he thrust into you harder.

“V…” you cried out as you gripped onto the sheets. You thought you might fly off the bed if you didn’t hold onto something.

“You like that, cariño?” he asked in a low rumble as he let all his inhibitions go.

“Yes… V…. please…” you didn’t even know what you begged for, you just knew you needed more… needed him.

Veracruz was more than happy to oblige as he thrust in and out of you with abandon. He leaned forward again and the moment his chest touched yours, your arms wrapped around him. You held onto your comandante for dear life as you surrendered yourself to him, like you had done so many times before and would gladly do again. Your head spun as you felt another climax quickly approach.

You moaned loudly as your entire body tensed around Veracruz, and he knew that you wouldn’t last much longer. But he didn’t slow down, and he dug his fingers into your body as he held you just as tightly as you held him. Sweat lined his brow and his hair fell flat in front of him as he pounded into you, but he didn’t care. He was too caught up in the moment to care about anything other than your body under and around him.

“Cum, cariño,” he groaned through a clenched jaw as the bed rocked back and forth with the ferocity of his movements.

With a loud scream, your head fell back and you came hard on his cock. Your body trembled with the might of your climax, and your throat felt scratchy with how loud you were. But none of that mattered as you fell apart at your comandante’s touch. The whole time, he never let up his pace, and Veracruz continued to fuck you through the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm until he felt himself lose control. Heat rose throughout his entire body as Veracruz’s mouth dropped open with his climax. With a low groan of your name, he spilled himself into you and sweat dripped onto your face as he thrust into you until he physically couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

Heavy breaths filled the room from both of you and Veracruz laid on top of you. You sniffled as you didn’t even realize tears fell from your eyes during all this, but you were more than satiated. You ran your hands along his back as you comforted him silently. Veracruz said nothing about the action, but you felt a soft kiss on the side of your head: his brief show of affection after he fucked you.

“How was that, cariño?” he asked in a low and teasing tone as he pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you. Both of you hissed at the feeling, but Veracruz quickly pulled you in close to him as he allowed you to rest on his chest.

You felt how hard his heart pounded, but you didn’t comment on it, “Thank you, V,” was all you said in a soft whisper as you kissed his chest. 

Veracruz didn’t reply verbally; he only gave your body a single squeeze. But you knew what he meant with the action. Even though it was early morning, the both of you were spent already and it didn’t take you long to fall back asleep. The comandante stayed awake and listened to your heavy breaths for some time before sleep finally took him as well. His last thought before he drifted off was how good an idea this was, and how he would reward you for it again later.

[flightlessangelwings]

And I, You

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: slight blood, injury, kidnapping, mild violence, protective!Veracruz, minor character death, kissing, FEELINGS....?!, no use of y/n, hint of spice but no smut this time

Notes: I’ve been waiting on this one for a LONG time and I’m finally ready to post it and I’m so excited for y’all to read this!! I think this is the SLOWEST burn for feelings I’ve ever written (this unofficial series is sitting at like 48k-ish words total as of now). Don’t worry tho, I’ve still got more in the works so this is nowhere near the end of V and cariño! 

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It was a long and lonely day in the camp without Veracruz by your side. You had spent most of the day in your chair outside lost in a book, acutely aware of a pair of eyes on you at all times. It had to be the comandante’s idea, but you chose not to acknowledge it. Although the thought of how much he always secretly looked after you made your heart flip in your chest. You sighed as you wondered when he would be back from his mission. It had to be soon since the sun had set hours ago and you had moved into the tent that you shared with Veracruz. You only hoped that he was ok and nothing went wrong while he was away.

Comandante Veracruz always made his way back to you, though, and just as you were about to stand up from the chair you sat in, he barreled through the tent. He looked disheveled and worn out, and his usually perfectly styled hair was flat against his forehead. The sudden movement in the tent made you jump, but you immediately relaxed when you were met with his intense gaze.

“V,” you were breathless as you crossed the space and crashed your body into his, “You’re ok,” you sighed in relief as you pressed your body against his in a tight embrace.

Veracruz was stunned to stillness for a moment, but quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you just as tightly, “I am.” He moved his hand to cup your face and guided you to look him in the eyes, “Have you lost your faith in me already, cariño?” Veracruz added in a mock pout. 

“Never, Comandante,” you whispered in response and the look he gave you made your heart flip in your chest. You clung to his tac vest and fiddled with the straps and velcro while he kept a tight hold of you as well.

As you scanned his face, you saw how tired he looked, but the usual fire still burned behind his dark eyes. Neither of you were sure who moved first, but both of you closed the gap between your faces without another word and captured each other in a heated kiss. Veracruz’s kisses were always hot and heavy, but this one felt more desperate than before. He growled into your mouth as he deepened the kiss and he felt the way you clung to him.

When you finally broke away for a breath, you stayed close to him and you felt your heart pound in your chest, “How did it go?” you asked in a hushed tone.

The comandante scoffed.

“That good huh?”

He didn’t tell you much about his missions, mostly for your safety, but this was one you knew a little more about. Veracruz was after a man named Agent Smith, an American who he had dealings with in the past. The two men started off on common ground as Smith worked with Veracruz to buy and smuggle weapons. But things turned sour when he set up the comandante for failure and disappeared. Veracruz had chased after him ever since, but so far had no luck.

Just as you were about to speak, a loud crash and shout in the distance made you both jump in surprise. Veracruz immediately pushed you behind him and ran to the entrance of his tent, “What’s happening?” he shouted out to his men.

“We’re being attacked,” someone yelled back.

Your eyes went wide as he turned back around to you. Veracruz clenched his jaw as he ran through a plan in his head and he tried to keep his cool for you as he dug an extra bulletproof vest out of his trunk. The comandante practically heard the way his heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline rushed through his veins; the stakes had never been higher for him than right in this moment.

“Put this on,” his voice was low and cold to cover how afraid he actually was. Not for himself, though.

“V…”

“Just do it,” his voice was louder and harsher than he meant it to be, but he tried to push that down. Veracruz quickly got your vest on before he adjusted his own and grabbed his guns, “Come with me.”

Veracruz grabbed your hand and kept you close against his body as he led you through the chaos that erupted outside. The previously calm atmosphere was completely gone and the camp was filled with men shouting and shooting at the intruders. Veracruz ducked and dodged any attacks and kept you protected while he took you away from the heat of the battle and into the darkened forest.

You could barely see, but you still made out the shape of Veracruz’s face as he took you deeper into the woods and away from the fight. When he found a ditch behind a large tree, he took you by your shoulders and guided you down to the ground.

“I need you to stay here, cariño,” he told you as he knelt next to you, “Do not move no matter what,” Veracruz tightened his grip on your shoulders as he saw the fear in your eyes even in the shadows, “I’ll be back for you when it’s safe.”

Your breathing was fast and erratic in your fear and you gripped onto his shirt with trembling hands. Before you even thought twice, you pulled him in for a desperate kiss before you spoke against his lips, “You will come back to me, right?”

Veracruz cupped your face as he looked into your eyes, “Nothing will keep me from you, cariño. You have my word,” his jaw tightened as he thought about adding more, but instead he pushed you down to the ground and pulled his gun out.

You kept your eyes on his retreating figure until you couldn’t see him anymore and you felt your heart pound in your chest as you laid on the ground, “Stay safe, Comandante,” you whispered to yourself.

You were so focused on the battle in the distance in front of you that you didn’t hear the rustle of movement behind you. And no one heard the scream you let out over the sound of gunfire and shouting from the soldiers. 

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The smell of blood and smoke filled the air as Veracruz stood over the last of the attackers. He smacked the side of the man’s face with his gun before he shot him as he lay on the ground. Veracruz let out a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his face as he finally let his shoulders drop in relief. He recognized the uniforms of the attackers right away: they were Smith’s men.

The comandante knew he would have to find him sooner rather than later, especially since no one else had ever been brazen enough to attack his base camp before. It was something Veracruz would not stand for. But first, his priority was to get you and make sure you were safe. He would deal with Smith afterwards and make him pay for this bold attack.

Just as Veracruz put his gun away and started to make his way to where he left you hidden, a rustle of movement and shouts from his men grabbed his attention. In a lightning reflex, he pulled his gun back out and aimed at where the commotion came from, but the sight he was met with made his blood run cold, even in the heat of the jungle. Even his men were stunned to stillness at the sight.

Agent Smith had made his way quietly through the camp, and he had you. Not only did he find you, but he held you at gunpoint flush against his body like a shield so that Veracruz and his men would not shoot him. And even in the distance, Veracruz could see blood run down the side of your face and he could tell that you were in pain. You limped as you were forced to walk forward and your breaths were heavy as if it pained you just to breathe. The comandante let out a low growl as he wondered just how badly Smith had hurt you.

“Looks like I found your precious prize, Comandante,” he taunted as he pushed his gun roughly against your jaw and unlocked the safety.

You whimpered at the pressure against your already sore jaw from where he struck you, but you still tried to struggle in his grasp. It was no use, however, since he was much bigger and stronger than you. He had also gotten the upper hand on you from the moment he first grabbed you and he got several hits in to incapacitate you further, which left you helpless.

Veracruz faltered ever so slightly as he flinched when you whined in pain. But he recovered in a flash and trained his gun right on Smith, “Let her go!” he shouted in a blind rage as his finger hovered over the trigger. His gun trembled in his hand as Veracruz struggled to keep it still.

Smith tisked as he tightened his grip on you, “I don’t think even you are that good a shot, Comandante,” he taunted, “I’d hate for you to miss and hit your pretty girl here,” he cooed against your skin and you couldn’t help the cry you let out.

“I said let her go!” he yelled even louder as his vision ran red with rage. His men kept their own weapons trained on Smith, but no one dared move. The risk of hitting you was too great for anyone to take a shot.

“Tell your men to lower their guns,” Agent Smith said confidently; he knew he had the upper hand and he took full advantage of it. When Veracruz stayed silent, he squeezed you harder and repeated himself in a lower voice, “Lower their guns, Comandante, or watch your girl die.”

Veracruz clenched his jaw but stayed still for a moment. You watched him with tear-filled eyes, and he had never seen you more scared in his life. And he did not like it at all, nor did he like the feeling in his own chest as he was at a loss of how to save you. “Lower your weapons,” he finally said in defeat. He didn’t miss the way your eyes went wide since he never looked away from you.

His men looked confused, but they all slowly did as they were told.

“Good,” Smith chuckled darkly, “It’d be a waste to have to mess up her pretty face here,” he poked his gun against your cheek and you whimpered as the metal pushed harshly against the bruises under your skin, “But I suppose you should still use her body…”

“Enough!” Veracruz roared. His grip on his own gun tightened as his hand shook ever so slightly. If looks could spark fire, Veracruz could have set the entire forest ablaze.

Agent Smith just grinned in amusement at the comandante’s situation, “Now, you’re going to listen to me. And I’m going to call the shots from now on, or else say goodbye to your girl.”

Fire still raged behind Vercaruz’s eyes; he hated the helpless feeling in his chest and he wanted nothing more than to shoot Smith for hurting you. But, he had to be smart, and he had to get you out of the way somehow before he took a shot. That was when he got an idea.

“I do not think you are capable of calling any shots, señor,” Veracruz taunted.

That made Smith angry as he pulled you against his chest again, which made you cry out in pain, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“You think you’re a tough man,” Veracruz went on, “But look at you,” he used his gun to point at Smith, “You hide behind others. Use a woman as a shield.” This was a gamble for sure, and Veracruz hated to put you in the middle, but he had no other choice. He kept up the facade as he hurled insult after insult at your captor.

And you hated the helpless feeling too. You never wanted to be a burden to Veracruz, and even though you tried to fight Smith off, he was bigger and stronger than you and he easily overpowered you. All you could do was hope that Veracruz knew what he was doing, though you had complete faith that he would get you out of this. He always did before and even though you were afraid, you knew he could do it again.

“Motherfucker!” Smith shouted as he suddenly pushed you hard and you fell to the ground.

The moment you hit the ground, you covered your head with your arms and made yourself as small as possible: something Veracruz had taught you just in case the need ever arose. You heard the sound of two gunshots and a body hit the ground nearby, but you didn’t dare look up. You trembled in fear as you laid there for what felt like forever, but in fact was only a matter of seconds. It was only when you heard your name in a familiar voice that you finally looked up.

“Cariño, look at me,” Veracruz’s voice was rough as he pulled you up to sit. The two of you locked eyes for a moment before he broke away to check you over. You were beaten and bruised, but you seemed to be ok, considering. His jaw clenched as he studied every cut and mark on your body and he suddenly wished he hadn’t killed Smith so quickly.

“V…” you breathed before you collapsed into his arms and sobbed.

Veracruz wrapped his arms around you and held you close, careful to avoid any place you were hurt. He said nothing, but you knew by the way he held you what he was thinking. Faintly, you heard him shout orders to his men to get rid of Agent Smith’s body and secure the camp before he spoke to you again, “Come on cariño, I’m taking you out of here.”

You sniffled and nodded as you let him help you up. Veracruz never broke contact with you for a second and once you were steady on your feet, he led you away from the camp and to one of the jeeps. As you let him guide you away, all that ran through your head was how he held you as if he was shielding you from the world. That and you couldn’t get the look on your comandante’s face when Smith held you captive out of your mind.

When you reached the jeep, you felt Veracruz take one arm off of you to open the door, and you took the opportunity to bury your face in his chest as fresh tears fell down your face. He tried to get you into the jeep, but you stayed still as your words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, “I’m so sorry V,” you sobbed, “I didn’t move from the spot, I swear. He found me somehow.”

For another time that night, Veracruz was shocked to stillness. Truthfully, the thought that you didn’t listen to him didn’t even cross his mind at all. The only thought he had when he saw you was how to get you back and how to keep you safe. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as you cried into his chest, “I know,” was all he said. Veracruz normally never showed this softness to anyone else, but you weren’t just anyone… 

Your next words broke him out of his thoughts and caught him even more off guard, “I love you V,” your voice was raw with emotions from your brush with death, “I know we said no feelings but...” you trailed off as your sobs overtook you again.

Veracruz held you tightly and rested his head against yours. He was quiet for several moments, and when he spoke, it was in a low mumble that you wouldn’t have heard if his lips were right at your ear, “And I you, cariño.” 

You let out a soft gasp at his confession, and you squeezed him even tighter. Veracruz let you stay like that for some time, even though he still felt the urgency to get you somewhere safer. If he was honest with himself, tonight was the most fear he ever felt in his life, and it even gave him some comfort to hold you close and know you were safe and ok in his arms. You had been in harm's way before, but it was never anything like this, and Veracruz silently swore that you would never be in danger like that ever again.

“Come on, cariño,” he finally spoke as he broke away from the embrace and the tender moment and shuffled you into the jeep.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice still weak from your fear.

“I’m taking you to the base,” Veracruz replied as he shut the door and moved around and sat in the driver’s seat, “You’ll be safe there.”

You were silent as he drove through the darkness of the jungle. A thousand thoughts ran through your head, and your eyes never left Veracruz’s profile. You saw his face was scrunched in concentration and anger and you wondered what was going on in his head. If only you knew how scared the comandante actually was when he was faced with the possibility of losing you.

Without a word, you reached out for him and slithered your hand into his. Veracruz’s jaw remained taught and his eyes stayed fixed on the road, but he opened his palm for you and allowed you to take his hand. He felt your eyes on his, and he gave your hand a squeeze in a silent acknowledgement. You knew him well enough to understand how much that little gesture meant coming from him, and you never doubted the lengths he would go to keep you safe. 

Comandante Veracruz may not be the best or most honorable of men, but he was the one you chose to be with, and you had no regrets, even after your brush with danger. You trusted him to keep you safe, and Veracruz would do anything for you, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud.